Jelly Beans & Batteries

Oh, this mouse will vex me forever. Or at least so long as I live in this house.

I've started the process of an overhaul of my room, and I knew to prepare for the worst. Even with this initial step, I'm already discovering the little surprises the mouse left me.

I found yet another cough drop along with a completely empty plastic candy wrapper. The candy is nowhere to be found, and I have no idea what candy that would have been. But the most surprising thing was when I was taking the sheets off my futon to get washed, a strange object was on the mattress.

A half-eaten jelly bean.

At first, I was in a bit of denial, and then I picked it up and inspected it. Yes, it was a nibbled blue sour Jelly Belly jelly bean. More upsetting than anything, I'm pretty sure that packet of jelly beans was actually IN MY PURSE, and to think if that thing actually got in there to take out the packet to nibble on is really upsetting. I would like to half-hope it was a packet I left in my Caboodle (non-sequitur: Firefox English spell check has Caboodle as a word, but not okay and sequitur) for a moment. Either way, I'm not happy it found it.

With a bit more fixing, I found the emptied, partly shredded bag the jelly beans was in along with the bag confetti made from the nibbles.

But the last straw was when I found the batteries.

I thought I had a few extra batteries floating around, and I was happy and sad to have found them. When I found the first one, I was disappointed to see that it corroded, but when I picked it up, I discovered it actually wasn't. IT WAS NIBBLED. Yes, around the seams of the covering of the battery was nipped at, and even though there wasn't much nibbled around, the nibbles created an interesting fray around th base and along the seam of the thing.

And then I found another.

I do not see or smell anything that would make a battery appetizing at all. Maybe its a mouse thing.

In my frustration, the evil thought crossed my mind that it's too bad it didn't nibble enough to get to the creamy center, but that's just mean. Very, very mean. Not to mention, the thought of cleaning up the carcass of a dead mouse that died due to battery acid as well as the leaked battery.

I look forward and dread once I get down and dirty with this cleanup and discover the rest of its little presents it left me.