There's Never Just One

 Weeks ago, we discovered a mouse was hanging out in our kitchen.  Specifically, oddly, our dish drainer.  It  did not venture down the counter the other way to nibble on the crackers or bread.  It stayed right around all the clean dishes.

Once that horrible discovery was made, I may have taken everything out of our cupboards and washed it all in a bleach bath and then washed it again in regular suds just to be sure it was Clean with a capital C.

We used duct tape to block up the hole the mouse was coming through (because, yes, that's how we roll) and I promptly stopped thinking of the mouse.

Last night my husband went upstairs to visit the kids in the bonus room.  He sat down on the couch, glanced at the side table and realized that what covered the table top was not crumbs.  It was mouse poop.  Mouse poop all over the table, the sewing table, the floor, the furniture, the boxes, and one entire empty dresser that was turned into a mouse apartment complex, complete with a drug store drawer stocked with loose tums.

Now, we didn't see a single mouse.  But based on the amount and the area covered, it is not just one.

Honestly, is there ever just one?  I don't think so either.

My first thought was we should abandon the house.  Grab what we can and leave the mice the rest.  That turns out to be impractical, so we're going to do some traps and see where that leaves us.

Currently, every noise I hear, I am positive is a mouse.  I miss the old days when every noise was a zombie!