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.
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.
Labels: country living, grits