My co-worker found some mouse poop on her desk today. I have to admit there was a certain relief when I found some mouse poop on my desk too, I wouldn’t want the mice to think more of my co-worker then they do of me. If they are giving gifts, don’t I deserve some too? For me it is no big deal as I live in the woods, mice are just part of the lifestyle. You regular readers already saw the throw up mouse. The other day I did find a tiny liver, (or kidney, or something) in the bathtub, pretty darn gross. I looked for the rest of the body but found nothing. I worried it may have been behind a piece of furniture and it would be smelling in a day or so. Lucky for us neither the body nor the smell ever materialized nor did any of the cats throw it up and we have seen no sign of worms, all in all an excellent hunt.
So why am I telling you all this? My co-worker and I took this as a sign and decided it was a good time to wipe down our desks. I cleared mine of clutter got some sort of germ killing cleaning spray and coated the top of my desk and got it all nice and sparkly clean, (including cleaning out my keyboard) and then proceeded to put all the clutter back on my desk. A few moments later my co-worker was doing the same. While Steph is quite tolerant of bugs she draws the line at mouse poop. Half way through her cleaning she said; “You should blog about this.” My first reaction was, why? My second reaction was what could one possibly say about finding mouse poop on one’s desk especially seeing as my faithful readers have already seen the really gross projectile vomited mouse. (clicky clicky, to get another delicious view) As I sat here thinking about writing my next post her suggestion became a challenge.
So here I sit at lunch eating a Turkey sandwich, (yes still scrumptious leftovers from Thanksgiving) and blogging about my co-worker finding mouse poop.
My clean desk, after I put all my crap back on it.
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