There are mice in my garage. I picked up a big bag of grass seed and the bottom fell out. Little furry bodies fled, their plans for a life of luxury foiled.
So I'm thinking: Ech, there's a cleaning job. Then I'm thinking: Urgh, hantavirus.
Happily, the CDC has a whole hantavirus site, with clean-up tips.
My plan to clean yesterday was foiled by lack of bleach. Today it's raining. Maybe tomorrow.