How to deal with a dead mouse. I'm an expert now.

When you live in a 110-year-old duplex, you unearth weirdness.

For example, your entire home might still house active plumbing for gas light fixtures. Or there could be psychedelic chalk drawings hanging in your [definitely haunted] attic. Who knows, your creepy basement could be a vignette of Dexter's favorite kill rooms.

This is just a sampling of the things Josh and I discovered when we bought our place last summer. The gorgeous built-ins, original character and great location made me fall in love with this place. These things do not come without tradeoffs.

Mice, for example.

Fortunately, we have two cats. Unfortunately, our downstairs tenants do not. Fortunately, I have yet to see a living mouse in our home. Unfortunately, the girls downstairs cannot say the same. We've taken some major precautions-- traps, poison, moth balls, drier sheets, exterminators, but the fact of the matter is that we live in an old house, winter is around the corner and sometimes there are mice.

Mice happen.

Josh usually deals with all things rodent around these parts.

However, on a recent morning, I was graciously given the opportunity to tackle a mouse issue. As I entered our bathroom, I immediately notices a few small smears of blood on the floor. Hmm, odd. Maybe Josh nicked himself while shaving, or maybe a stoned college student spilled ketchup on the floor. Who knows! I jumped in the shower and put it out of my mind.

I got dressed, readied myself for work, and went to let the dog outside. Then I saw it: a grayish turd of thing on my beautiful rug.

Holy crap, a Dead Mau5.

Old Molly would've screamed, then thrown a mixing bowl over it, then waited for Josh to return on his white stallion. New Molly screamed, then grabbed the GoPro.

Check out the video (above)... I didn't even freak out*.

*not true.