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So, in the kitchen we have a fluorescent light bank. It's been there far longer than we have lived here and recently it started giving us trouble. The bulbs didn't last long and I was pretty sure it had given up the ghost.
My first thought was of replacement.
Then I remembered that we rent.
I contacted our landlady and she said she would get us a replacement.
Our logic was that if she bought something hideous then Martha and I would just go get what we wanted.
It's actually a nice little unit. It uses thinner bulbs, but is much brighter than its predecessor.

So, not wanting to electrocute myself, I got ahold of my buddy Mike Gillespie. He does maintenance work for an apartment complex and is wise in the ways of electricity.
The first thing was to take out the old light.
That was when he found the reason for the old light finally giving up the ghost;

Yup, that's a mouse. Seems he got to familiar with the transformer and he's the reason for it's demise. He had been dead for a little while, but not all that long. The evidence of droppings in the fixture told us that he had been using it for his little mouse condo for quite some time.
So, the new fixture is in place. The light has returned to my kitchen and I have to seriously consider whether or not our three cats are pulling their weight in the Waltz Compound.