I realize that you're probably getting sick of hearing about the mice, but they are occupying a good portion of my thoughts these days so you'll just have to bear with me.
Steve and I are apparently both huge babies because, although we are not willing to share our house with the mice, neither of us want to set the traps and then dispose of the poor dead mice. I was planning to get some of the round traps, where you don't actually have to see the dead mouse, but then I read that mice give birth to a litter of three to five baby mice EVERY EIGHTEEN DAYS year round. Yeesh. No more messing around. I had an exterminator come out yesterday to check out the situation and give me a quote, then another guy came back today to actually start the exterminating.
Yesterday the guy told me that we also have mice in the basement. Now I don't want to go down there, even though we are about to be buried under mounds of dirty clothes and diapers. Then this morning I saw some little pieces of fuzz on top of the door of my oven. I thought to myself, "Weird. I hope this isn't mouse related." as I threw the fluff in the trash and promptly forgot about it. We left the house for a couple hours, and when I got home I was startled to see the entire 1/2 inch opening along the top of my oven door filled with more of the same fluff. I'm no mouse expert, but I'm pretty sure that is a bad sign. So, not only can I not do laundry, now I can't cook anything either.
Let the carnage commence.