Last night, as I was rooting around in the pantry for ingredients to make split-pea soup, I found evidence of a mouse. (Which is to say, a mouse had eaten the split peas.) It had apparently been sleeping in my stack of clean lint-free cloths for baking, and eating split peas and saltines (yum!).
When we cleaned up the pantry (vacuum, wipe down with bleach solution), we found no evidence that the mouse was still with us. Then I recalled a week or so ago seeing Ana hanging out in the pantry one evening, which seemed odd at the time but makes more sense now.
If you have an old house, I recommend finding yourself a good mouser.
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