I had little mice living under my house, and I bought a huge stack of N95 masks to wear when I was cleaning up their droppings in the basement. But when the droppings came back after one cleanup, I realized I needed professional help and had the house sealed up, the last few mice stuck inside starved out and got trapped.

And I ended up with dozens of N95 masks to stash away for, I dunno, a global virus outbreak! Thanks mice, sorry you had to find a new house to nibble at.

I also sympathize with your OCD challenges. My daily battle is not turning around halfway driving anywhere to return and check the stovetop. Just a mental image of a burner just merrily burning away at nothing, even though I know the damn thing is off, is enough to set my mind racing. Dumb!