One day, we were making toast for breakfast and noticed the kitchen smelt really bad. Of dead things. I looked in the cupboards, under the cupboards, behind the cupboards several hundred times. Nothing. We ate the toast…
It was a couple of days later when I noticed the smell was strongest around the toaster. Fearing the worst, I pulled the tray out of the bottom only to find charred tufts of grey fur and small black pellets of mouse poo. All that remained of a burnt, dead mouse in the toaster! After nearly throwing up several times at the thought of all the toast we’d eaten that week, I binned the toaster – it was an expensive one – and felt a bit sad about the Fearless Toaster Mouse.
A week or two passed. We bought a new toaster (it was on sale – hurray!). I was sitting at the nearby table working on my laptop when my eye was caught by a small furry object running across the worktop, making a beeline for the new toaster. I scrambled up and faced the new Fearless Toaster Mouse. It sat next to the toaster, staring back at me, unfazed and defiant.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned it.
I swear it gave me a cheeky grin. Then it propelled itself straight up into the air and performed a most graceful dive straight into my toaster!
I didn’t know whether to be disgusted, angry… or impressed.
The toaster ended up upside-down on the garden table for two nights. It was another few days before we could bring ourselves to use it again. Now the toaster is officially mouse-proofed. Delia is onto it…
Intrigued by the antics of not one, but two Fearless Toaster Mice (one deceased, RIP), I looked this phenomenon up on the Googler, where it seems to be a common problem. Here’s an over the top reaction to a Fearless Toaster Mouse if ever I saw one, courtesy of YouTube!
Okay, you’ve read all the way to the end, but I know you’re busting to go and check your toaster. Off you go! And good luck! 🙂