Over the weekend, I took a mouse for a ride in the car. He had been staying with us, but he had overstayed his welcome. Lured by the promise of peanut butter and tortilla chips, he found himself being driven out of town in a snowstorm. I took him to the usual spot. There's a dense carpet of dry needles on the ground under the line of pines and a little forest nearby for the outdoorsy types. If they want to chance their luck with a new person's hospitality, there is a cluster of university outbuildings in the other direction: sheds and garages and whatnot.He didn't want to go, but he bid me a beady-eyed, wiggly-nosed farewell by the light of my headlights and scampered off into the underbrush.He was cute, but I don't think I'd dunk him in chocolate and eat him.
Blinder!! Give that kid a black beret & sunglasses and sign her up for open mike nite at the Barking Spider.I wonder what else she would've said if you didn't say "goodnight"??
See what you get with those Brandy and Nyquil sleepy-time aids?
Yes, mice are tasty.
Then she's going to squish his head off and hang him from her rearview mirror. WARNING: PAULA ABDUL MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME VIEWERS.
You know, the mouse never gets it. It's about time.
I'd think the cat would taste better..more meat.
Now, waaaait a minute!
If you read this in the voice of Will Ferrell, it's really freaking hilarious.