this morning i put two slices of bread in the toaster and pushed the control. suddenly the toaster jiggled and a mouse wriggled its way out of the top.
imagine my surprise.
i'm generally not one to scream at a mouse, but in this case, i did, really loud, and with a great deal of horror.
it was a cute little guy, i must admit. it ran really fast and disappeared in a gap between the wall and the countertop. that would explain why our two cats are often found sitting in the middle of the kitchen, staring at the cabinet as if they can see through its door.
the worst part of it was the smell of burnt hair afterwards.
and the fear that our toaster may have been infected with the plague.