We used to have mouse invasions from time to time, most especially before we got cat(s); the funniest story is that H was going to have cereal for breakfast one morning before work. He picked up the cereal box to find it extremely heavy, and investigating further, found fun fruits, lentils, pasta pieces, barley and kitchen twine all squirreled away in there. Evidently a nesting mama had taken up residency in the pantry. So…traps were set and mice were eradicated. (I always feel bad, kind of, but not really.)
