
They say every new home owner must have their first experience with a mouse in the house. While we are only renting right now, the mice decided to train us in a bit.
My Super-Brave-Hero-Wonderperson, David, rescued me (and our dishes, canned food and everything else in our bottom cupboards) from the nasty little varmints that decided to leave their trail everywhere. After he caught 2 mice, we had the privilege of removing everything from our cupboards and washing it down. (Not the choice way of spending a Sunday evening, but a necessity.)
I guess this should cure me for a bit of longing to be back in Burkina Faso, Africa (except it would be lizards there) or with David's sister, Melissa, in Guyana, South America (with mice and frogs).