Just in time for the holidays, we have an expired houseguest. No panicking, it's just a mouse, but it's dead...in our walls...and it stinks. James tried to find it in the crawlspace, but no luck. It's in the walls in our bedroom, so I've been sleeping with the window open. James can't even sleep in the bedroom (sensitive nose ;), so he's been bunking in Harrison's room in the bottom bunk.
I've just been waiting for it to pass, but maybe this is the wrong strategy. Harrison hugged me today and said, "Mom, you smell like dead mouse."