Once while living in Saint John, I opened the cupboards under my kitchen sink to see a small pile of wood shavings. The little brown balls scattered throughout my cupboards confirmed that it was mice and they were building a nest. I’m not crazy about the idea of some other living thing coming in to my rented space and making a home where would normally keep my pots and pans. And besides, I have a fear of rodents (save beavers for some reason) that turns me into a 1950’s TV housewife, standing atop a chair randoming hitting the floor with my broom.
Still, it’s a fact of life that sometimes other things will come into your place and attempt to set up a home. Sometimes it’s a stray cat or dog. Sometimes, it’s rodents, insects, spiders, or bats.