Sparkling Escapades Abroad with the Fairy Bra Mother

Ohhh yes… remember that post I made the other week about mice?
Not “I don’t like mice.”
Not “mice make me uncomfortable.”
But I. HATE. MICE.
Well… apparently one mouse took that personally.
When I was ranting about the mouse, Sean told me not to worry. He said it would eventually wander into the garage, get into the poison, and go off somewhere to die. He even joked, “They usually die right in the middle of the kitchen floor.”
Friends… this mouse chose revenge.
While I was at Mayo Clinic recovering from neck surgery and a lovely bonus infection, Sean informed me that a mouse had died… in our bedroom. He thought it might’ve died in the dresser. He pulled all the drawers out, searched, found nothing. Meanwhile, the smell stayed. And stayed. And stayed.
One drawer had my underwear in it and the smell was so bad I had Sean pull the whole drawer, shake out each item one by one, and wash them. Still no mouse. Still the smell. I was in pain, exhausted, and honestly didn’t have it in me to deal with it… but by Saturday I’d had ENOUGH.
I decided: I will find this mouse or die trying.
I dragged over the big trash can and started emptying drawers one item at a time, shaking everything straight into the can. Three drawers down. Then I pulled out the BIG drawer.
First thing I noticed?
An alarming amount of Luden’s cough drop wrappers.
Then… piles of unwrapped cough drops.
Hmmmm.
I moved one piece of clothing. Reached for a headband.
And there it was.
Horrors upon horrors.
A dead mouse.
Nestled.
IN.
MY.
HEADBAND.
My stomach tried to leave my body.
Without even looking directly at it, I grabbed the headband, deposited the whole situation into the trash, and backed away like I’d just defused a bomb.
That drawer held my chemises — one of each from my bra company. I loved them. I washed them. Five times. FIVE. Regular detergent. Vinegar. Baking soda. Soaking. Washing again.
Nope.
They still smelled like death itself.
So… I threw them all away. 😭
And even though the mouse didn’t touch the wood, the drawer STILL reeks.
That mouse absolutely got its revenge.
And just in case you missed it the first time:
I. HATE. MICE.
Dead. Alive. Emotionally. ALL OF THEM. 🐭🚫