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.
Mark says
It must be a male mouse.
All guys like to have a little reading material handy when they…doing their business. Maye he learned about your radio contols before heading back outside.
Mark says
Are….ARE doing their business.
Lauren says
Ha! You made me laugh out loud. 🙂
…. and I’m leaving your ‘are’ comment and not fixing the original. (More comments that way.) Hee hee!
Brad says
I’m sorry, but I have no sympathy for rodents. I will try to kill them as quickly and painlessly as possible, but that’s as much kindness as they’ll get from me.
Lloyd says
Sounds like someone had a bad experience?
Brad says
Hehe… You have had a bad experience too, though you don’t seem to be acknowledging it. A mouse is living in your car and is destroying it from the inside out.
Lloyd says
I’m probably still in denial.
Deborah says
I’m with Brad. Hantavirus.
Lauren says
Santavirus?
Mom says
The cat could solve the problem. He is probably gone now though, I hope.