There's a what in my car?

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What do you get when you cross a toddler's milk spills and crumbs with a car parked in the drive of an old farmhouse? Well, as we discovered, you get mice in your car. EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Car has been fully detailed and inspected by the dealership for nests and it appears we had visitors and not residents. Patrick is no longer allowed to eat or drink in the car. H2O is allowed and we may make exceptions on trips to RI or Texas. Otherwise, eat when it is offered.





I will spare you the details of Jesse having to pick up the not-quite-dead mouse on the glue trap (OOPS!)