Here’s something that doesn’t happen everyday: I found a long-dead mouse in the blade housing of my table saw. Hmmm, why won’t my blade wind down all the way?
I was groping around in there trying to clean out the sawdust and somehow I knew exactly what I was touching the moment my fingers came in contact with this sort of … soft thing, with some give in it. I clenched my teeth on the revulsion and fished it out, because I had to. Ew ew ew ewewewewEW! I cannot scald the feel of desiccated mouse off my fingertips!