I sat at the table the other day and I watched a mouse come out from my refrigerator and head for the pantry door.
All I could picture was that mouse getting in there and destroying everything in my pantry.
I would need to throw away all the staples I had stored in there. My husband told me to relax, even as I got down on the floor, looking for holes in my pantry door. He went outside and brought a couple mouse traps in from the garage. As I looked at my pantry, I saw another mouse, but this one came out of the air vent. “What the…” I pointed to the air vent where the mouse had disappeared. The mouse wasn’t in my pantry, but in my air vent. My husband picked up the phone and called an exterminator first and then the HVAC company. We had to get the exterminator to get rid of the mice. If there was one in there, there had to be more mice. We then had to have the HVAC company come out and clean the ductwork and air vent. We had no idea how long the mice had been in there, but they were pretty brave to come out during the day. Apparently they were getting very hungry, too because they were trying to get into my pantry. I could only hope the exterminator showed up soon and the HVAC company came sooner. I didn’t want mouse dirt to destroy my air quality. That dirty little thing had already destroyed my appetite.