Ohhhh mice. I hate mice. When we first moved into our house, we had mice but I didn't know it at first. Here's my crazy story. I woke up one morning and went to the kitchen to get some breakfast. I grabbed an unopened bag of cinnamon raisin bagels and got a plate out of the cupboard. As I went to open the bag, I noticed that there was a hole in the bottom of the bag but it didn't look like a hole big enough to get a bagel out of. I immediately accused my husband of opening the wrong end of the bag and thought to myself, "Why doesn't he pay attention to which end is the correct end!" Upon further investigation, I noticed that several of the bagels near the hole were chewed up...and immediately, I was disgusted. Mice. The thought of them scampering across my kitchen counters was repulsive enough but when I thought of them getting into my food, I was SO grossed out. I went out and bought mice poison immediately and prayed that those pesky rodents would be gone ...