Thanksgiving is approaching and soon after Christmas. I was getting some Christmas boxes moved around in the basement...to be ready for Joe to carry upstairs. Last year my daughter sent us a gingerbread house. It was so cute. I put a picture of it on my blog. I made a gingerbread house years ago and when Christmas was over we put it on the birdbath. We watched the birds and squirrels nibbling on it for a couple of weeks. This was really a work of art and I loved it so much, so I thought that I would try to save it. I wrapped it in plastic and put it in a cardboard box and put it with Christmas things downstairs. Well, I opened it up yesterday and the plastic was chewed up and the gingerbread was almost gone. The walls were chewed, frosting roof.. gone, little doorway.. gone, decorative candies ...gone. We caught a couple of mice down there a couple of weeks ago and now I know what they were up to. I just finished talking to my daughter on her birthday and told her about what I found. We were both laughing so hard...just imagining the party that went on down there. Tiny mice on sugar highs, giving each other high fives, a tiny mouse celebration. She said, "They were probably living in the little house eating away all year." I guess it wasn't such a good idea to try to save it. I put on rubber gloves and put it in the garbage. We never quite know what is going on in our basements. These tiny things must have been there watching me as I painted and did crafts this past year. Well, I learned my lesson and won't be doing that again. Sorry mice...as the song says....the party's over.