Oh, This Mountain...

This is a picture of Angelica disposing of mouse carcass #2. I went into work very late on Friday because I found mouse droppings on my kitchen counter. I moved everything in the area and sanitized like mad. I rewashed dishes as I wistfully longed for the less disgusting moldy windowsills and flat hair of beach living. That night around 10:00, I went to the kitchen, reached for a canister on the counter and jumped when a mouse ran right beneath my hands and under the rack full of clean dishes. I pounded on the sink's rim and it ran back out and behind the washer and dryer- filthy beast. I hit the button on the dryer in the hope of scaring it far, far away and let it run for a few minutes while I stood hating wildlife. I opened the cupboards under the sink to check the traps that Keith had set before I moved in, and jumped again when I saw carcass #1 bloated and still. I shut the doors, unwilling to think about it anymore, took a long shower, then went to bed. The next day, still feeling a little traumatized by this proximity to filth and betrayed by cracks and crevices of my home, I asked Josh to do me a solid and get rid of #1. He did my dirty work and loaned me camp's electro-shock-I-pity-da-mouse-who-gets-near-this!!! trap.
After hanging out at the Tates' a few hours after work, the Barrs and I headed over to my place to check the trap and, sure enough, there was #2. Angelica wanted to look at it, which bought her the honor of chucking it outside. After that unpleasantness, we spent about twenty minutes eating mentos and taking goofy pictures, then went to bed.