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Today is:
Tuesday, Jun. 24, 2008

11:15 am
Selling the MIL House Part 2

On Friday, The Man and I went back to my MIL's house to finish up. BIL the Younger left a lot of things in the house especially in the kitchen.

When The Man called him the day before to ask what, if any, kitchen items he wanted BIL the Younger mentioned the dishes that were still in the sink and 2 brown bowls next to the sink. So we looked at these items and noticed that one of the brown bowls had a huge piece missing from the rim. I couldn't image why he wanted to keep this bowl, but whatever. He did end up taking those things.

He threw away the food but left a can of bacon grease on the stove. When The Man and I got to the house on Friday morning, we immediately went to the kitchen. I mentioned the can of grease still sitting there and The Man peeked into it. He immediately drew back and groaned. For a minute I thought he was disgusted by seeing the grease but then I realized as he continued to mildly freak out that it had to be something more. I asked what it was and he responded, "It's still alive." OK, I had no idea what this meant. The Man looked at me and said, "Mouse. There's a mouse in it." So I bravely peek into this can and sure enough there is a live mouse in a puddle of bacon fat up to his little armpits. Ohgawd. The Man took the can into the yard and dumped the little guy out.

I spent the rest of Friday morning cleaning the house and The Man spent the time trying to make the garage presentable. There was an old vacuum cleaner in the house that I used to try to get all the food detritus out of the cupboards which was difficult as most of it had been caked on for 50 years. There was no way I was going to try and scrub the house clean. It wouldn't have worked anyway. If you need a reminder about how my MIL's house was kept:
Bathtub

I told The Man I was afraid to use the vacuum in the dark corners lest I suck up a live mouse. Or snake.

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