My spouse came home from a meeting, and had to chuckle. A fellow there was in prayer, and finally said out loud, "I've been trying to Polevault over a Mouse T--d ! My spouse said he could see himself in that expression so clearly. I said to, for me, how I could agonize and agonize over something so tiny, that may have been pointless to begin with.
I can tell you from experience mouse turds dont taste too good.
After I had a new kitchen put in at a house, I started to put all the plates and stuff back. The box with the spices in it was full of what looked like coffee beans and not being sure what they were I tasted one and at the same instant noticed the teeth marks on a soup packet.
There was loads and loads of the little turds so them mouses must have been very fat when they left my house.
Prior to eating it, I would not go anywhere near mouse crap but now I can handle the stuff OK (with latex gloves and a lot of bleach).
Whenever I heard a mouse in the middle of the night I tried to send the dog down to investigate but he was more scared than I was.
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