So, what’s the first thing you want to see when you come home from an 18 mile run? Well, not an alive mouse writhing in a glue trap in the middle of the kitchen floor. But, alas that’s what greeted our sore bodies when upon our arrival. Therefore, instead of relaxing and making a large pancake breakfast we got to inventory everything in the pantry for mice meddling (fortunately there wasn’t any), search the kitchen cupboards and behind the oven for droppings (there was some), and clean everything with bleach before resetting a mouse trap and replacing the Decon. (I know, Mom, Hanta Virus. Don’t worry, I was so careful.) If I wasn’t delirious before this from the physical exhaustion adding on chemical fumes surely sealed that deal. But on the bright side, it could be worse, I wasn’t the poor mouse who wandered out of the hole, had a hefty helping of poison and stumbled into a glue trap.