Erk. I just found the mouse that found its way into our bedroom one night last week and drove my dh insane cos he couldn't catch it or kill it, and me insane cos my dh was playing Search and Destroy in the middle of the night when I wanted to sleep, and that then ignored the mousetrap and disappeared.

It had curled up in my woolwear drawer and died. Erk. It was still intact, but most of my wool smells like dead rodent.

I am so glad I discovered this now and not when I'm packing for the mountains in a week, or worse, after the summer vacation.

So where is my dh when he's supposed to be around helping me with stuff liek this?