Wednesday before the cruise: I hear a scritching in the wall. Is it a squirrel? I ignore it.
Thursday before the cruise: I find mouse droppings in the broiler pan which is stored under the oven. I delude myself and say, oh, I haven't used that pan in years,so that mouse must be dead.
So, tonight I went on a little bit of a cooking spree, and two of the five bowls I pull from under the counter contained mouse poo.
"Gary, we have mice."
"It is spring. Everyone has mice. Let them be."
"The mice must die. Remember the last time?"
"Oh, all right. There are still unused traps out in the garage. I'll bring them in."
I hate mice, and mice in my Kitchen is unthinkable. Because when mice die all their lice jump off. Into my corningware. Shudder.