Dear mice who were previously living in my house:
I know there were a bunch of you. I've given up my "lone mouse on the grassy knoll" theory.
There has only been minimal evidence - ONE TINY HOLE in a bag of organic turbinado sugar. TINY - that you ever were in my kitchen. You don't seem to have eaten anything.
So why is there mouse poop EVERYWHERE in my basement? I haven't seen any new poop, which makes me think you've relocated to the neighbors'. Okay. But every time I look somewhere I haven't previously? More damn mouse crap.
It's disgusting. And I hate it.
Alls I'm sayin' is, watch your step. I have friends. With cats. And you know how badly Maggie wants a cat.