Last night I went ballistic trying to talk to my husband. It was bad! I'll just say that, but as has always been during such rare occurrences, it ended in peace. I got my monthly this morning, so assume that contributed.

We're having a severe mouse infestation in our attic. Severe. Hubby has already caught many mice, but there's damage from them and feces. It apparently smells rank, probably some mouse/mice have died, plus the feces. Part of the problem is that there's so extremely much stuffed up there that's it almost looks like a mini-hoard. Yes, some of the stuff is mine, and some is stored furniture, but I'll guess that 80% could be labeled "my husband's crap that is totally unnecessary". As I wrote, he has finally stated he's ready to get rid of stuff. I'd jump right in, but he thinks we should wear "a hazmat suit". It might be that bad, but I haven't been "allowed" to go up there. Plus, he's a bit...OCD-like...so a hazmat suit is his sort of thing to suggest. He has similar habits for many things, including bringing his own salt and pepper grinders to restaurants, because theirs are "unsanitary". Just one example.