O.K. so from time to time, when I open the door in our garage, I have seen a small brown field mouse running across the floor. It usually scares the heck out of me, and for the next week I yell before opening the garage door (in order to 'scare' the mouse away before I have to see it). Obviously we have some garage cleaning to do, but I have not been motivated enough to tackle it.
I am now....
Rob brought in a duffle bag, that was on one of our shelving units, that needed to be unpacked from a trip. He did this last night. This morning as I was emptying the duffle bag, I noticed mice droppings- UGH! So, of course I dump all the clothes straight into the washing machine with extra soap, and HOT water (hoping I didn't actually *find* the mouse). I then walked back into our bedroom and my husband points out that the pj bottoms that were half-in, half-out of the hamper (right next to the duffle back), had been gnawed through. OMG- there was a mouse, somwhere in that bedroom. GROSS. I gingerly picked up a shirt, and the mouse came flying out of the laundry pile, straight at me. I swear, it was huge....and vicious. Not really, but that's what my first reaction was. I ran out the door onto the deck off of our bedroom- I'm sure the entire neighborhood heard me. I did NOT handle it well. And yes, we did rat-sit recently, but that was different.
We spent the next hour trying to locate the little critter, so that maybe I'll set foot in our bedroom again. We did find it, and managed to get it out onto the back deck, and down into the grass. Now I'm just hoping there was only one.
We will be mouse free, even it means having nothing in our garage. NOTHING.