And not just any mouse - a DEAD mouse. And guess who found it? DS!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The mouse was very much dead, had been dead for a few days in a trap we had put down months and months ago when we saw the mouse the first time. We hadn't seen him, the trap was still back there and we forgot about. Then about a week ago, we saw the sneaky little devil again and haven't seen him since.

Apparently between then and a few days ago, the **** thing had been a while. Of course, I freak out! DS can't figure out why I took this trap away from him and I'm busy trying to fling it out the door and get him changed and washed and everything and I'm -still- not sure he's clean enough. All I can think of is ew ew ew EW EWWWWW MY BABY TOUCHED A DEAD MOUSE!

And I, of course, feel no cleaner despite scrubbing.

Rant over, just had to share my turmoil.