The Great Mouse Hunt
So some of you may already know about the Great Mouse Hunt by my Facebook, but it is such a great story and I don't want any of you to miss it. Thursday my brother was driving on the Highway on his way home from school. He went to open his glove box (probably to pull out his paper work for a cop, ha ha) when out popped the head of a little tiny furry creature. A little brown mouse. Now I probably would have screamed and possibly caused an accident, but my Brother kept his cool and just slammed the the glove box closed and drove straight to a gas station (I think he went to a gas station) for a power vacuum to suck the poor creature up. Well to his surprise he found a whole nest in his glove box. Many of you might think that if there was a nest that the car wasn't very clean. My brother dates and he always makes sure his car is clean.
That night he set up a trap in his car with a piece of fresh cheese. He came back the following morning to find the cheese gone and the trap empty. That day he named his little friend Ralph. He had also found that Ralph had been in the process of building another nest in the glove box. The next night my brother sets up three traps. Two in his car, and one outside of the car. The following morning all the traps are empty. Ralph had eaten through them all. Well even though we kinda of liked Ralph and admired him for his crafty work he had to go. So Saturday Night my Father again helped out with the traps and Sunday Morning was indeed a day of mourning. Ralph had been caught. He grew sloppy in his work and maybe got a little messy trying to eat and wiggle himself out of the peanut butter.
I think maybe he was a little to prideful in his crafty work because he had invited a friend (maybe his girlfriend, long time buddy, or his wife!). Ralph was caught today along with his friend. In a way it is a bittersweet ending because the two of them died together. They could have had a longer life here (because the neighborhood cats are fat and lazy), but they decided to party it up in the wrong place. They were pulled in by the blaring music of Blink182 and AFI (common interest with my brother), but in the end there was a price to be paid for living in a car. That price was death. May you rest in piece Ralphy and your dear friend.
That night he set up a trap in his car with a piece of fresh cheese. He came back the following morning to find the cheese gone and the trap empty. That day he named his little friend Ralph. He had also found that Ralph had been in the process of building another nest in the glove box. The next night my brother sets up three traps. Two in his car, and one outside of the car. The following morning all the traps are empty. Ralph had eaten through them all. Well even though we kinda of liked Ralph and admired him for his crafty work he had to go. So Saturday Night my Father again helped out with the traps and Sunday Morning was indeed a day of mourning. Ralph had been caught. He grew sloppy in his work and maybe got a little messy trying to eat and wiggle himself out of the peanut butter.
I think maybe he was a little to prideful in his crafty work because he had invited a friend (maybe his girlfriend, long time buddy, or his wife!). Ralph was caught today along with his friend. In a way it is a bittersweet ending because the two of them died together. They could have had a longer life here (because the neighborhood cats are fat and lazy), but they decided to party it up in the wrong place. They were pulled in by the blaring music of Blink182 and AFI (common interest with my brother), but in the end there was a price to be paid for living in a car. That price was death. May you rest in piece Ralphy and your dear friend.
I'm glad they died. And I'm especially glad they died together. Quite lovely if you ask me.
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