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Today began day 1 of the moving adventure into my own place (pictures to come- promise!).  I went over this morning to get the beginning stages of the cleaning bathroom, kitchen, vacuuming, etc.  I opened the fridge and noticed 2 things:

1.  It smelled really bad.

2.  It wasn’t turned on.

Before I turned in on with the circuits, I wanted to check to make sure it was/wasn’t plugged in, so like any normal person I moved the fridge back.

And jumped about a foot in the air.

Staring at me was a MOUSE.  Literally, just sitting there, staring at me!  I WAS FREAKING OUT!!!  Now, this is the girl who worked at petsmart for a summer, playing with cute little animals, like mice, on a daily basis.  But, this drown one scared me like no other.  After my minor heart attack, I decide OK, I can do this, I can kill this mouse.  I took the thing of bleach, sprayed the mouse and prayed that it was already dead.  Which, as it didn’t move, I came the conclusion that it was.  I then positioned the trash can by the mouse, grabbed a rag, and started wiping the mouse into the can.  When it flipped over.

And I saw a squeaker.

Yes, my whole fiasco of freaking out that my new apartment actually has a mouse problem was really just a toy mouse that was stuck behind the fridge.

Happy Thursday everyone.

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