Mouse Trap

What do you get when you put one tiny mouse and the Rickeys together? Full scale panic, that's what. Let me tell you the story-

Apparently, for who knows how long, one little mouse has been living in our garage, chowing down on our storage of rice. Little bugger, who does he think he is?! Well obviously we couldn't let that mouse keep free loading off of us. What kind of people would we be if a measly little rodent was allowed to literally eat us out of house and home? We had to do something, right? Right. Well too bad the Rickeys are a couple of outrageous wimps about everything. I mean everything- snakes, spiders, ants, basically all bugs, baby bunnies and chicks... well no, not the last two, but almost. Needless to say, mice are definitely on the list.

We came up with a strategy of luring that mouse out into the open. It was brilliant, carefully calculated. Well when the first step of our plan actually worked and the mouse did in fact come out into the open, apparently we weren't adequately prepared for success- panic ensued. We both were running around, screaming like we were being attacked by one of those Rodents of Unusual Size from the Princess Bride, not a mouse that would fit in the palm of your hand. During our chaotic fleeing of the scene, the mouse managed to hide behind some boxes. Lovely. So for the next hour, each of us manned with a broom and mop in either hand, we moved boxes out of our garage like they were enormous pucks in a game of hockey. And after all that, do you know what? The little guy got away! So not only did he ruin our rice, he outsmarted us. Humiliating. Simply humiliating.

But don't worry, he may have won the battle, but we will win the war... assuming we somehow realize by the next battle that we are 100 times his size, his brain is the size of a pea, and he actually does not have a weapons arsenal at his disposal. Perhaps we can draw some courage from that knowledge.