The Rodents Are Coming For Me

A thick unmistakeable stench settled around my face and hit in the back of my throat when I opened my classroom door on Tuesday morning.

Definitely dead mouse stink. I examined the areas most likely to have been chosen for the bitter end of a malicious mouse. It was not in a closet, on a trap, behind a bookcase or under a table. I blasted Febreze (I am fortunate to have no respiratory problems among my students and thus could utilize an air freshener in desperation) to no avail.

It's very very bad in there and at 20 degrees it was impractical to open the solitary window we possess.

So today i am going armed with a large bowl of odor blasting vinegar and a pair of plastic gloves. There is, shall we say, a location of clutter in my room that is about to be excavated. Although my personal preference would be to gag on the stench for a couple of more days rather than risking a handful of mouse. There are others to consider though.

Last night when I put my darling baby in her crib to sleep, my eyes flew open wide and I strangled on a  shriek as I saw a furry brown mass up beside her pillow.

Quaking, I seized the motionless creature rather than let it get on my SP.

It was a makeup brush.

A fluffy, expensive bare minerals brush that mil had obviously lined up on the crib edge because her cosmetics overflow my meager counter space.

It scared the shit out of me. I thought it was a mouse.

I am pretty sure she won't be getting that thing back. Just saying.