Say Cheese!
Since Tasha “Flamed” me for recently posting Wendy’s embarrassing story, I thought I’d share another little tid-bit with everyone. It involves our ongoing “critter” problems associated with rural living.
Several days ago, early in the morning, I’m sitting in the bathroom, errrr… reading a magazine. The whole family is still asleep and I’m deeply involved in a piece about the Angelina, Brad & Jennifer love triangle. Suddenly, I hear a scuttle and my peripheral vision indicates a small brown object moving across the floor at high speed towards me! Instinctively, my legs fly into the air (which is not an easy thing to do btw). After regaining my composure, I decide to investigate this rude intrusion only to have my suspicions confirmed. I found a small, brown, beady eyed, good for nothing, cheese-eating, mouse underneath the vanity.
Now, here was my dilemma… I could either A.) Deal with the mouse & be late for work or B.) Act like I didn’t see the sucker and get the store open on time. While weighing my options, a brilliant idea suddenly occurred to me. Since there was only one way out from underneath the vanity I grabbed a stack of magazines and placed them in front of it successfully trapping the mouse. I then grabbed a piece of paper and a marker and wrote in bold letters… There is a Mouse trapped under here!! (With an arrow pointing down). I then hung the paper on the front of the vanity and left for work feeling quite proud of myself.
Twenty minutes later, I’m driving down the highway listening to my Harry Potter CD when my Cell Phone rings. I answer, and Wendy proceeds to treat me to a long winded tirade concerning my status as a “Gentleman” by leaving her to deal with such a thing. After laughing until tears were leaking from the corner of my eyes, I apologized profusely and told her to just do the best she could.
One hour later, I’m at work and I get another phone call from an obviously proud Wendy. She informed me that she had successfully caught the mouse by placing a trash bag in front of the opening and beating on the vanity until the scared mouse ran into her trap. She then promptly took the mouse outside and released it into the woods. Wendy then called our friend Jennifer who lives down the road a bit to relate this exciting tale. Now Jennifer is a born & bred Country “Farm-Girl” and when my wife got to the part about her setting this mouse free outside, she simply scoffed as if to say… “he will be back”.
Jennifer knows her stuff because a couple of days ago, I come home from work and open the closet to store my shoes and catch a distinct whiff of a very “mousey” smell! I’ve dealt with enough mice during my retail tenure to know a “mousey” smell. That varmint had returned, now he had to answer to me!
Wendy was off to the store for some mousetraps! One M&M dipped in peanut butter and five minutes later… snap! Problem solved.
