So there i was cooking my Sunday roast in the kitchen. I opened the drawer under the oven which houses my serviettes, pour n'store bags etc and what do i see? A mouse making his nest in my serviettes.
I screamed so much DH thought one of the kids had died.
We have never had a mouse before, but i am terrified of them.
I feel violated.
I have demanded DH take the day off work tomorrow to help me.
DD is calling it Rasta Mouse.
Any tips with dealing with mice? Feel like showering in bleach