Lloyd and I spent all Saturday in Lincoln. Some friends are out of town and we are dog-sitting, because we do that now. We toodled around town after checking on the dog and at one point Lloyd was looking in the Prius’s glove box and found….
Mouse poop. Yep. It had also chewed through some gloves and a tissue. We went to a car wash to clean everything up, and at one of the stores I sadly looked at mouse traps. Lloyd said the best thing ever: “We don’t have to kill it. It’s just a little mouse. It’s probably gone anyway.”
So there you go. Lloyd is a super-nice guy, and if the mouse is still there, we will call him Fivel.