The buttons on the washing machine stopped working last weekend. We've had an abundance of mice this year, and JP was convinced that one was to blame for this. She was right! As we popped off the front control panel to get a view, I spied a little grey friend hiding in the panel. I was able to put the panel back in place before he jumped out, but JP saw me shudder and she let out her mouse scream that could be heard in Omaha.
After I cleared her out of the room, I tried to catch the little guy but he got away and under/into the dryer. That night, we put out a trap and put up the dog food. In the morning, our friend neatly put himself in the mousetrap for us.
Fortunately, the mouse had only chewed through one of twenty little tiny wires. If he had chewed any more, it would have been tough to figure out which one went where. It took all of five minutes to fix the wire, but half an hour to clean out the mess the mouse left in the washer. He had been feasting on dog food and had amassed quite a stash in his nest.
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