In Which the DH Learns About Mice
Once upon a time, there was a smoked turkey.
The smoked turkey was eaten up, and its carcass put into my big canning pressure cooker and made into soup stock.
But the cook (my dear husband) ran out of time to make soup. The canning pressure cooker was too big to fit into the refrigerator.
So the cook had a bright idea: he would put the kettle of stock outdoors, where it was 14 F (-10 C) and thaw it and make the soup later.
Monday there was a snowstorm, and after driving home from work in the snow, he cleared the driveway with the snowblower and came in too tired to make soup.
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday went by.
Thursday I glanced at the top of the canner when I came home from work at night (in another snowstorm) and wondered what those black specks on the top of it were.
Friday morning in daylight I took a good look: a nasty little mouse had climbed on the top and tried to get in by gnawing off tiny bits of the rubber safety seal.
Fortunately it didn't get in . . . but I don't guess the canner will get left out in the snow again any time soon.