you have to do a google image search for 'weasel poop'.
Because of something you found in your kitchen.
Now, I have nothing against Weird, per se. Weird is fine. Weird makes life interesting.
But when you have to get a new Hav-a-Heart trap (because the old one is too big and still full of skunkiness), and set it up in the living room, life has become a wee bit too interesting.
And it's going to have to be a two-step process. Step one is to set a baited mousetrap in the Hav-a-Heart, in order to catch a mouse, which will become the bait for the weasel.
Maybe I'll just pretend there's no weasel. Everything is Perfectly Normal, here.
Or maybe I'll just accept that it's good to have a creature in the house who catches mice. Our cat used to catch mice. Nothing Weird about that. There's just a tiny little invisible ferrety thing catching mice now, just like a cat. Perfectly Normal.
I swear, if Rod Serling shows up at the door, I'm going to slam it in his face.