Mice Mice Mice

So we live in the boonies...far in the boonies...and we get mice. Mice in the house, mice in the garage, mice in the cars. Lately I've had to set traps in my minivan because they got inside and ate some (not all unfortunatley) of the ample crumbs on the floorboard, then pooped all over the seats.

So a few months ago the Subaru's window washer fluid wasn't coming out - we weren't sure if it was the motor or a clogged line. So my very resourceful husband breaks into the contraption and finds...PARTS of a mouse blocking the line. Inside he found the rest of it, hairless, neon blue, bloated and with intestines hanging out. The hair, poop, and other parts were stuck in the line...thus causing the clog. The thing had climbed into the washer fluid tank and drowned, then spent months decomposing...

Hillbilly life isn't always pretty, except when it is naked & neon blue.