There is this funk I smell whenever I walk into the house.
The main door we use is the door in the kitchen so I thought it could be old food, the kitchen trash or something rotting in the fridge. But after cleaning all that out I can still smell it!
It's something I've never smelled before. It's not dog poo or throw up....it doesn't smell like it's from a cow, cat or bird...
Actually it gets stronger as I near the stove...what is that smell?!
Maybe if I open this cabinet and stick my nose in...oh ya, it's really strong in here.
Wait-
what is that next to my pots and pans?
What is that soft shiny grey lump?
IT'S A MOUSE CARCASS!!! There is a dead mouse in my cabinet!
What happened next was a blur...
I called the Farmer told him I'd be across the street at his sisters because I could not step back in the house. He came home and threw the mouse away, said it was a small mouse, probably the last of his family. It ate the poison and had been dead for days. I scrubbed down every pot and pan and shelf in the kitchen. Made sure there was more poison.
And now I find myself tiptoeing through the kitchen so I don't disturb the ghost of our first mouse.
Eek! Country living at it's finest...this is a day I miss the city.
Grits!
Labels: country living, grits