By far mice are a central theme in the most interesting things we have to say about living in a garage in the middle of corn fields. Like that time I found one camped out in my shoe, or the time that MysteryMan got out of bed, flipped the covers over, and found a dead one right exactly where he’d been sleeping. Neither of which is nearly as horrifying as this….
Two things I’d like to point out about this:
1.) IT STUCK TO HIS FOOT, PEOPLE.
2.) Now I get to look forward to coming home from work today and searching the entire station for a little headless mouse carcass. I repeat, awesome.
I know. My life is so glamorous it’s hard to believe sometimes.
Also, cat? If you’re reading this? We need to have a little talk.