My 24-hour fast for Yom Kippur started at sundown. (The quick story for anyone who isn't aware: I consider myself culturally Jewish, although I'm religiously agnostic. I carry out Jewish traditions like fasting on Yom Kippur and observing Passover as a connection to my family and my ancestors.) Anyhow, I started getting hungry pretty soon afterwards. The smells of everyone else's dinner (garlic bread!) were ever-so-tantalizing. It was hard (which is good, it's supposed to be), although I was persevering.

Then we found mouse droppings on the counter. And in the cabinet where I keep my food. Suddenly I'm not hungry anymore.

Granted, it's just a psychological effect, because all of my food is sealed and nothing was gnawed through or even more than barely nibbled. So my food is safe, now that it's been moved to an alternative location. (In the armoire in the next room, in fact. It's sort of silly, but it's the best alternative, because although we have tons of cabinet space above the sink and stove, they're pointlessly high and no one can reach above the lowest shelf, and I can't even reach beyond the very front of the lowest shelf. Yay for useless cabinets.)

Ugh. Yeah. Fun. Time to buy the mousetraps...
  ¶ 2:50 AM