Not a Creature was Stirring... Not Even a Mouse?

Good news... I found the box for my coffee pot! Didn't think I saved it, but when I went to the garage to get a few other boxes, there it was, tucked into my microwave box. While I was out there, I looked over the boxes I have left and contemplated bringing my big computer box into the house. I peeked in one of the smaller boxes for the monitor or something, and noticed that the styrofoam packing seemed to be a little crumbled at the bottom of the box... then I noticed that parts of the box appeared chewed on...

Last spring or summer, I was in the garage and I heard this awful gnawing sound. I couldn't figure out where it was coming from and since it was so loud, I didn't know what it was coming from. Gave me the heebie-jeebies. I was on the phone with The Cowboy and he sort of laughed at me and said it was probably a mouse that would "just run out when the garage door opened tomorrow morning." I laughed at him and asked why a mouse or other furry creature would run out when it probably had a nice home in my garage. I quickly investigated and saw what I believed were a few mouse droppings. The gnawing continued and I promptly returned to the house, vowing never to walk out there barefoot again.

Soon after, I bought a lot of mouse poison. I checked on my poison often, but couldn't tell if any had been eaten. The Cowboy, being a cowboy and knowing such things, said the culprit would make a mess of the poison and I would know if any had been eaten. No mess (except for the few pellets I accidentally spilled). Either I had the neatest mouse, or it really had run out of the garage and didn't bother to eat the delicious poison I left. Humpf.

Over time though, I did notice that some of the spilled pellets disappeared and thought that maybe, just maybe, some of the pellets had been eaten out of the little poison box. But I never heard the gnawing, nor saw droppings again. No other evidence of a furry little creature.

Until today.

Now, I consider myself to be an animal lover. I've played with pet mice. I've read all the Ralph S. Mouse books and Stuart Little. I've even enjoyed, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie. But I draw the line at wild, furry vermin in my garage! What if there is a furry little dead mouse body in that computer box?! I don't think I can use it! It creeps me out! It gives me heebie-jeebies right now, just thinking about it!