But, anyway, back to the subject at hand. I went down into the basement and immediately smelled something.
"Oh, crap." I said out loud, remembering that i had started a load of laundry the day before and forgotten to switch it over so it had been sitting in the washing room all night. Without taking any of the clothing out, I threw more detergent in and started it up to re-wash. An hour later, I headed back down into the basement, wrinkling my nose at the same smell from earlier. I opened up the washing machine lid and began to take each item out one at a time, sticking each wet garment against my face to smell it. most of the stuff smelled okay, but one pair of pants smelled exceptionally...musky, for lack of a better word.
"Weird, I washed it again." I thought ot myself and shrugged and continued throwing everything into teh dryer (except for a couple of items that I hung up to dry on my clothes-rack-thingy...otherwise known as clothes-horse.l Heh. That was for you, 'Chele.) Anyway, out of the corner of my eye, I saw one more small dark-colored shape left in the washer. Thinking it was a pair of undies or a black sock, I started to quickly reach in to scoop it out. Something registered with my brain that the object was not undies or a sock.
CAN ANYONE GUESS WHAT WAS IN MY WASHING MACHINE??
Are you curious, yet???
Just as my fingers were about to curl around the object, a sudden dawning wave of revulsion washed over my me and I jumped back with a surprised cry.
"No, it can't be. it's probably just a cat toy." I tried to rationalize to myself. I crept the few steps back to the washing machine and hesitantly peeked over the open lid....
That was no freakin' cat toy.
That, my friends, was a now very clean (two cycles-clean!)and very dead field mouse who had hitched a suicidal ride into my washing machine by way of a pile of clothes laying on the basement floor. As I thought about how close I came to scooping that little furry vermin into my clean little fingers, I let out a disgusted noise and took one final peek.
Needless to say, the laundry waited till Big D got home from work. Mouse-busters to the rescue!!!
Note: We can't figure out where these bastards are coming in!! Time for some mouse-hunting....