Alright for those with curiosity....Quite a few years ago we had had a late night with visitors , something to eat etc etc. When we finally got rid of them we cleared up filled the dishwasher & just put the leftover pots in the sink to soak until the morning.The next day just happened to be the day when my cleaner came & she shouted, 'Shall I do these pots?' 'Yes, OK' , was the reply. She drained out the water , then filled up with hot water & washing up liquid. Everything went swimmingly until nearing the end she shouted me , when I went in she had found a t-bag at the bottom of the sink & given it a squeeze. When she pulled it out, the t-bag was a mouse what she thought was the string was it's tail. That's when we knew that we had a rodent problem. It had fallen in the sink during the night & drowned. She had washed the pots with a dead mouse in the water!!!!
Luckily she had a horse & was no stranger to mice in the stables. We had a cup of tea giggling & then had to do the pots all over again!!!
Oh my!
The closest I can come to that is:
Many years ago, there was some construction going on in the fields near to our house. My father used to enjoy eating his Grape Nuts cereal, and was the only one who touched it. One day my father reached for his box of cereal, and discovered a neat little hole in it. AAAHHH! Eventually the culprit was captured. It was a field mouse, driven in by the construction. It was released back into the 'wild' and never seen again. I have never seen a mouse, rat, or cockroach anywhere I have lived. Don't really want to, either!
Kingfisher
There is an old Railway building on one of our Countryparks, it's mostly used by the local Rangers. It has full working facilities, and their water supply is held in a tank in the attic. One day someone decided to take a look at the tank, they noticed the lid was not on tidy. When they looked in the tank there were dead Squirrels floating around. They had been drinking Squirrel soup..for who ever knows how long
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Chris.
Errr!! That's gross! :-(
I'll agree with that! Makes me feel a bit lightheaded 
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Kingfisher
OOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my God, That is horrific!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't think of any worse unless Xeract is going to run a competition on squirrel soup!!!
Aagghh yes, At work we had in our cold water tank that feeds all hand sinks 3 pigeons , so if we got together we could have squirrie & pigeon soup!!!!!!!
OOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my God, That is horrific!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't think of any worse unless Xeract is going to run a competition on squirrel soup!!!
Hmmm..., maybee you could put the idea forward!
At the back of our house there used to be an old school. It was part demolished several years ago to make way for new housing. While the work was going on, one day I went into the kitchen and discovered some large holes in a loaf of bread which I had left on top of the fridge, together with black footprints. Behind the fridge was the opening to the chimney which used to serve the Aga, which I had got rid of, and which I hadn't yet got round to bricking up.
I saw the rat on a couple of occasions, but couldn't get a good shot at it with my air pistol, so ultimately put poison down in the cellar after blocking off the hole to the chimney. Within a couple of days, I found a dead rat at the bottom of the cellar stairs. No more problems.
When I worked for the National Trust, we lived in a remote farmhouse. Our water supply was from a spring on the moors, via a holding tank in one of the pastures. After heavy rain, we would get sprigs of heather and even the odd small caterpillar through the tap, so I fitted a filter system which took removeable nylon filters. When it came time to renew the filters, they were always teeming with flatworms (Platyhelminthes).
I've never been squeamish, so don't really mind the odd bit of wildlife around, but I would have thought that the water would smell pretty awful with dead animals floating in it, still, out of sight out of mind I suppose!!!
That is absolutely disgusting!
I was camping and canoeing the Ross on Wye. We made camp one night by the river. We cooked and ate our dinner (using the river water) of dyhydrated food and after sat quietly by the river drinking our coffee and tea contemplating on how wonderful life is and enjoying the peace and quiet when someone noticed a big bloated multicoloured corpse ( purple reds blues and greens) of a rooting sheep, UP RIVER !!!, caught up in the roots by the river bank. Do you realise how loud aaarrrggg is when simultaneously shouted by fifteen people. Luckily no one was ill. Damian Hirst would have loved it.
Gross. Uterly, and most positively gross.
Nothing like a bit of bloated sheep soup then?