I went into his bedroom and quickly realized home school was going to be canceled today.
In a new feline low, one of the cats brought in a dead mouse. A very, very dead mouse. So old that maggots were crawling out of it and making their way up Wesley’s book case and across the carpet.
Wesley was not so calmly trying to drown the “white worms” by spraying water on anything that squirmed. When that failed to work, he used his outdoor knife to cut them in half.
I was not amused.
However, I was motivated to do a thorough cleaning, and by bedtime, I had thoroughly cleaned all surfaces in Wesley’s room, had wore him out scrubbing out goo from his carpet, and had deep cleaned his carpet and the entire hallway.
While at it, I came across this:
Two more dehydrated mice well hidden under his captain’s bed.
Even Dwayne didn’t try to defend the cats this time.
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