Nothing beats the smell of mouse
Got home from first lecture one day when I was a stude. Did chemistry, so 'free hours' were uncommon. On the way home I starting thinking that a bowl of bran flakes with ice cold milk would be just the ticket. Got in, opened the cupboard door and 'hello' I recognise that smell... Ignored it, thinking it was way down on my 'to do' list. Opened what I thought was a virgin box of bran flakes only to be hit with a concentrated lungfull of eau de musculus.

Little fucker had helped himself and left a load of little black mouse shits on the top of the bran flakes. The smell was unbearable, but I did what any self-respecting student would do and got a bread knife and cut the box and inner bag about two inches down from the top and poured out a bowl of delicious flakes and ate a hearty breakfast.

Not really, I just threw out the whole box and marched down to the local indoor market and got a mousetrap. Got the little bastard that night as well; it had just caught him on the tip of his nose and it took a good 15 minutes of 'clickety clack' noises behind the telly as he was trying vainly to escape before he finally expired. the girls I was living with at the time were going mental as well, it made for a glorious cacophany.
(mersault, Fri 17 Jan 2014, 13:01, Reply)