I just had a mouse catastrophe. My new cat is pretty useless as a mouser. His predecessor was rodent death. This little guy from the shelter lacks the killer instinct. Trouble is, I have a one cat limit at any given time. So, he's won the free ride while he continues to be Mr. Nice Guy. For him, mice are good fun, and while he plays with them, he neglects the coup de gras. He obviously sees them as recyclable toys.
Anyway, they can get into this old leaky cabin a thousand ways. I set traps where the cat can't get to them. The one I had set behind the washing machine was tripped, but looked to be still set. It had snapped on the washing machine hose. How long ago, I don't know. So, anyway, the buggers built a nest of pink fiberglass insulation on top of the back side of the washing machine's tub. I did a couple big loads of wash the other day that included most of my clothes. I put on clean stuff for Thanksgiving and started to itch really bad.
I washed fiberglass into my clothes. I found the nest and vacuumed it out, tried rewashing the clothes. Didn't work. I trapped the mice really soon after I discovered the tripped trap. Too late for my clothes though. I wear sweats all the time except for the day I go to town. You can't get good sweats at thrift stores. Everyone wears them out it seems. My best work duds are apparently destroyed.