I’m barefoot on the couch and freaking out.
And Mr Crumpet is being blasé and no help.
Edited to add: apparently the kitchen sink is full of mouse poo. We think they’re coming in through the sink. Or the cupboards under the sink. Or something. I’m still on the couch.
I don’t deal well with things like mice (or cockroaches) in my house. At all.
Also, this blog post was going to be about the awesomeness of Jan Svenungsson, but that’ll have to wait.