Last week, after a nice diner in Zwolle, we where welcomed home by the smell of rotting flesh. I was doubtfull the smell came from a corpse, but A. was sure. A thorough search resulted in the discovery of a dead mouse around our frigde (not in luckily). At first we thought the smell came from the empty space between walls. Living in Utrecht in a old house with lots of restaurants around us mice are unavoidable, this time they came too close. Poisoning our air and living space. My mouse fobia became worse after the death of our cat. It started after finding a dead mouse in my bed one awfull morning. Now I scream like a little bitch when encountering one.
I miss my cat… puss with boots lookalike..
