Goodbye, Stewart Little

Its true, after a time of him living in the drip pan of our fridge the mouse formerly known as "Stewart Little" was removed!
The morning started like any other normal day off. Marné woke up first and told me to get up. I didn't want to, I was comfortable, it was my day off, I wanted to be lazy.

Then she said the words that will make any man get up out of bed and start the day. She said, "I'll make you breakfast for you if you get up....and get the mouse out of the fridge."

So like any good husband would do, I got all dressed up in my finest mouse removing attire to conquer the task of rodent removal.

Decked out in my jeans, my favorite sweatshirt and a towel wrapped around my face to keep the dust containing haunta virus from entering my lungs, I put on some plastic bags for gloves and set off to work.

I fired up the Scuncci steamer and shot Stewart twice to get his encrusted body to lift off the plastic pan. As I held him by the tail looking at his flat body I noticed that Marné was close by....so I FLIPPED IT ON HER! No, I'm just kidding. I put Stewart in his bag and started to work on soaking up the juices of his blood, water, and Clorox that had coagulated on the bottom of the pan.

 After about an hour or so of working on the fridge, I was able to say that the fridge had been cleaned and, Marné being the best wife ever, finished wiping up the last of the mysterious liquid, put the fridge back together, and in place and then told me that she wasn't going to make breakfast anymore, thus I will have her make breakfast another day.

Stewart Little

As one of our first adventures as newlyweds (I'm not quite sure when we move from the newlywed category), we would like to share with you the story of a smell.

Brian smelled it first. Then, after a couple days, we walked into our apartment after a day of being out in the fresh-smelling world filled with pollution, and I was stopped dead in my tracks as soon as I walked in the front door. It smelled like death. We originally thought it was coming fro the drain in the closet containing the water heater...so we poured what seemed like gallons of water down there after being told that this action would fix it in no time.

We were hopeful. We were faithful. And then, we couldn't handle it anymore. Brian came home from work a couple days ago,  and went straight to the refrigerator (there was a sneaking suspicion all along that something had crawled in the back and died. This is what he found...

Indeed. So, now we have a friend. The next day after I took him dinner, I resolved to get it out all by myself.  I pulled the refrigerator back out, unscrewed the back, and wrapped a plastic bag around my hand. I pressed play on my spotify account so Wicked would give me some comfort, and I reached in and grabbed the tail. It was stuck. Wouldn't budge. I couldn't bring myself to saturate it with enough lysol to release the glue, so on went the back, and back went the fridge. 

Until next time, little mouse. EEEEEEW!!