So Michelle over at My Semblance of Sanity has started a fun little game: My Semblance of Sanity: Sanity's Blogtober TIP PARADE: 10/01 What's Grosser than Gross? Being a mom, I can come up with all kinds of gross stuff, but this one doesn't even involve kids, poop, snot, or childbirth. "Is it possible?" you ask. "Why YES, YES IT IS!" I answer with pride.
A while back, I had started saving orange juice cartons for a cute little project I read about in a magazine. Pretty soon, I had to move my "stash" to the basement because there were so many cartons. What on EARTH I thought I was going to do with them all is beyond me, as this project was one of those "you only need ONE of these" kind of projects. I don't know, maybe I thought I'd give them out as gifts or something, but how many people do I even know, much less know who would want a wallet made out of a recycled orange juice carton? Yeah.
At some point earlier in the year, I had discovered a mouse corpse in the basement. YUCK. Ande disposed of it outside, and I didn't give it much more thought. Well, a couple of weeks ago I was in the basement getting some gift wrapping supplies or something and I saw some weird stuff on the floor near the bags I had the orange juice cartons in. Since it's a concrete floor, I wasn't terribly concerned about it right at that moment, so I just carried on with my business. The next day, I thought I'd better go down and see what that stuff was...I moved aside the bags of orange juice cartons and saw...
You know, I thought about posting a picture here, but figured that might be a little much.
Anyway, I pulled back the bags and saw what at first glance I thought was mold or something until I saw it. A little tiny skull. Upon closer inspection, I found lots of tiny little bones and realized that the other stuff was hair. Apparently our little mouse friend had a brother (well, I guess it could have been a sister, but it was a little late to tell. Besides, how does one go about determining the gender of a mouse anyway??). This little mouse had been investigating the orange juice cartons when it met it's demise. Hard to say what killed it, seeing as how I'm not exactly fluent in my mouse forensic science and all. But either way, pretty gross.
The moral of this story? When you make your husband remove dead animal corpses from your basement, make sure he checks to see if there were other victims.
4 comments:
eww.
you need to brush up on your mouse forensic science. =)
and, I would totally love a wallet made out of an orange juice carton. just sayin.
ewww...although, i'd rather find a dead mouse than an alive one (but neither would be even better!!) =)
after the first mouse was found I would not descend into the basement again until afore mentioned husband thoroughly scoured every nook and cranny for the afore mentioned mouse or mice!
Amen Cindy! I agree! and EEEW! I HATE mice!
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