This "issue" caused our garage to go from this:
to this:
What possibly could have caused this mess?
....a tiny little mouse.
who I have affectionately now named "Stuart".
It all started one night when we were pulling into the garage, and as we were walking in I noticed something FLY inside. My first thought was that we immediately needed to move because the suburbs have monster sized cockroaches... but then I realized that it was probably a mouse. The only problem with leaving the mouse in the garage to fend for itself is that our garage is attached to the house. The idea of opening the garage door to have a mouse FLY into our house.... no, not going to happen.
So instead Roy and I spent 30 minutes (each night) trying to coax this little mouse out of the garage. We devised elaborate plans, blocked tunnels, built weapons (ok, a broom)... and finally worked together to scoot the little guy out.
(much harder for Roy to do with his wife occasionally jumping over things to get her feet off the floor and screaming at him not to hurt the mouse.)
I wonder how Stuart would feel about the rodent named Stuart?
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, Heidi, please do not kill the little mouse!!! They're sweet & friendly on the big screen, you just need to think that when he's scurrying around trying to make himself a teeny home in Bromley. Yes?
This is hilarious.
ReplyDeleteI miss you Heidi!
The scene of you and Roy going through this is so amusing.
-Leila