Surprise!

Here’s something that doesn’t happen everyday:  I found a long-dead mouse in the blade housing of my table saw.  Hmmm, why won’t my blade wind down all the way? I was groping around in there trying to clean out the sawdust and somehow I knew exactly what I was touching the moment my fingers came in contact with this sort of ... soft thing, with some give in it.  I clenched my teeth on the revulsion and fished it out, because I had to.  Ew ew ew ewewewewEW!  I cannot scald the feel of desiccated mouse off my fingertips!