Roasted Mouse

As those of you who are reading this blog already know rodents have been having a party in my casita and I have mounted a full on attack to move them out as I moved in.  Signs still appear much to my dismay and up until tonight I kept trying to find their entrance.  However, tonite as I turned on the oven to roast a chicken for Glenn who just arrived I heard this bouncing in the oven.  I mean bouncing and flopping.  The sound alone, never mind the smell, totally grossed me out but Glenn opened the door and there on the  bottom of the oven was a roast mouse - singed to a fare thee well.  How fortunate to have a man arrive just at the right time to put my unwanted house guest in the  compost pail.  one down and????

Ahhh, the sun sets on another Costa Rican adventure.  Pura Vida!