Yesterday, while feeding the donkeys in the afternoon, this happened…
When I turned the camera on for the second time, I thought the mouse might have been hiding in the hood of my sweatshirt, so that is genuine effing surprise when I saw him in the camera (which should be evident by the hysterical laughter and fact that my voice goes up about three octaves.)
I made a joke yesterday about 2014 being the year of How Much Shit Can You Handle At Once, and I feel like the Universe, as always, responded in kind… like, yeah, you can do farm chores with a fever, but can you do farm chores with a fever AND A MOUSE ON YOUR HEAD?
Well played, Universe.
And it’s clear that the fever is still affecting my better judgement because if it wasn’t? I probably would have just tipped the grain bin over and let the mouse run out of it.
Well, there you go. Just another day on the farm.