I thought I would just tell a super-quick story about reno-ing our own house.

After pulling apart the ceiling in the kitchen and finding an incredible amount of mouse droppings, we were trying to figure out how old they were because we knew the previous owner had 8 cats and lived there for 22 years. In my books, that means the mice were too damn scared to ever set foot in the actual house so they lived behind the walls, frolicking in their own cheese-like periwinkels and causing the cats untold amounts of frustration. 

The cat urine stains told us that there was no way in hell a mouse had been in the actual living part of house for decades.  I think I would have preferred the mice, to be honest with you.  At least their poop and urine is in much smaller amounts than the damn cats. 

When I looked between the rafters I saw an unbelievable sight. Hanging from it's tail, somehow untouched and yet completely still attached together, was the perfect skeleton of a rather large mouse though not quite rat-like in it's girth. I have the disgusting picture to prove it but I can't find it right now and will perhaps post it later.

Moral of the story--In an old house, sometimes mice aren't so bad.  Think of the alternative.  Please go to www.truerealestatestories.com for more from our collection.