One bad thing about living in the country is when it starts to get cold and the food supplies start to die, the mice move in. We have smelt 3 so far. Eric has poison around really well, just they eat it and die under the stove, dishwasher, dryer, water heater, washing machine. I am at the mercy of Eric and my nose being as sensitive as it is. Well, you can just imagine. We found one mouse about 3 weeks ago, after much proding from me for Eric to move the applicances, it was under the washing machine. Then I could smell another one. I didn't use my bathroom for a week and a half. I located the smell coming from behind the wataer heater but it would have taken much work to move it so we just dealt after dumping bleach behind the heater. Then at the begin of this week, I started smelling it again. It was located in the stove/dishwasher region. Eric finally pulled out the stove, where I discovered a gaping hole in the floor, I put foil in it. But there was nothing there. Well, that left the dishwasher, I pleaded and begged to no avail, so on Mon I took the screws out of the dishwasher, it was screwed to the counter, unhooked the water (after turning the water off of course) and pulled out the dishwasher to find, yes there it was the source of my nausea. Bode was outside and I gagged through my yells for him to come help me. I swept in from behind the DW and he swepted it on to a dustpan. I told him to take it to the field. He opened the door and dumped it on the backstep. I didn't want him to play with it so I opened the door to sweep it again into the dushpan and make him carry it farther away and Mama cat was sitting there licking her chops. She ate it. GAG!! More. Thank goodness he was there to save me from a certain death by gagging.