NY Strip on the grill.
YUMMY.
Except when it includes a mouse nest.
For the third time, Steve had to oust the mouse and his little house on the front corner of our grill. It's become habit now to check the grill grates before starting the fire. This time, the mouse was nowhere to be found.
The nest was smaller and didn't have as much dryer lint in it as usual, so I'm wondering if it wasn't completed yet. Either way, it had to go if we were to have dinner.
We had checked the grill on Saturday evening, no sign of the mouse whatsoever. But we failed to check Sunday and Monday. Shame on us.
But this last incident has convinced us that we're going to have to put traps out; apparently, our cooking dinner isn't scaring it off. I didn't want to have to do that, but it's leaving us no choice.
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