So. I've been rather busy traveling around and I haven't been cooking all that much. So when I came home last night after a long weekend coaching, I decided to pop something in the oven for dinner. Well, that was the plan until I started smelling something quite repulsive. I thought maybe something had dripped to the bottom and was now burning. I kept opening the oven while it was preheating trying to find the source of the offending odor. I finally looked close enough and saw it... underneath the bottom of the oven....where the gas flames were a-blazing...a bit more than usual. ICK. Really? So that is where the mice were communing. Perfect. Dinner derailed.
I knew I had mice. As much as I'd like to deny it, they popped up after my visit to Boston and we had set traps and finally caught 2. Then I came home the other day and found my dog 'playing' with a baby mouse. Yuck. There had been no new evidence of my furry nemeses for a few days until last night's adventure. Luckily my handy brother was around to show me how to dismantle the oven to remove all the fluffy nesty stuff that I had almost blazed to a fiery inferno.
So here's a tip. If you go on vacation, make sure to check the oven before you turn it on! Just in case some furry friends decided to take up residence.
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