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Stuck on the I-5 somewhere in San Juaquin Valley, traffic stopped, some smoke up ahead, 109 degrees, no clue what is happening. Fun.

I smell maple syrup.
I hope that’s not a symptom of something.

I’ve tried sealing holes, no-kill traps, and repellants. Today I bought mice poison. I already feel like a horrible murderer of cuteness.