Mouse Day

Over the past two weeks, our laundry room began to smell progressively worse. I originally thought it was the carpet in the room we used to keep Amber in during the night time (to contain her old-cat bodily fluids) but by last Wednesday it was clear that something had died.

I traced the stench to this crack under the heat/air system using nothing but my finely-tuned nose.

I then used my dad's duct camera to navigate the inaccessible area until I found what appeared to be a tiny mole.

Not wanting to tear out the entire wall to get to the corpse, I initially tried a vacuum attachment with mesh wrapped around the tip.

This was unsuccessful (probably a good thing, as I was unsure whether the corpse had liquified yet). For my next attempt, I unbent a clothes hangar to navigate the cramped space (a series of left and right bends) and scoop the body out.

Success! It was a mouse, but one that had died fairly recently. Our most infamous mouse, Little Asshole, was never seen again after terrorizing us for months and then disappearing in March 2022. This new dead mouse could not have been one and the same unless there is a DARK-esque time-traveling cave somewhere in our basement.