Don't let the cuteness fool you. I opened my cabinet- my previously CLEAN cabinet, and found them. Little presents to remind me of my mortal enemy.
Not just mouse droppings. GREEN mouse droppings. Which means one of two things:
He's gotten irradiated by the microwave and will soon be as big, and as demanding, as my dog;
Or he's eaten the Green Pellets of Death and they've passed harmlessly through his tiny, cursed intestinal tract.
Either way, cleaning bright green mouse poop was so not how I wanted to spend my day.