Monday, June 29, 2009
Me and Heather and a Dead Mouse
Last night, when I was so tired from my lack of sleep, I was looking forward to bedtime. David and Joe went to see Hangover, and I was home with Heather (age 21). It suddenly started to pour, and I quickly opened the door to let Bing the Cat in, and then I ran upstairs to close the windows.
As I was coming down the stairs, I saw a dead mouse in the hall. I assume Bing brought it in to proudly show us what he had been doing outside.
Me: (screaming) "HEATHER!!!"
Me: "There's a dead mouse in the front hall!!!"
Heather: "So what do you want me to do?"
Me: "KILL IT!"
Heather: "NO - you kill it!"
Me: "I can't."
I did venture a little closer to make sure it was dead. Today I was discussing with a co-worker whether it's better to find a dead mouse or a live mouse, and we agreed it would be better to find a dead one. I thought ok, maybe I can pick it up with an oven mitt. But that was just too gross for me to handle. So I moved the garbage can into the hall and got a broom and a dustpan.
Heather (annoyed): "WHAT?"
Me: "Come and help me."
Amazingly, Heather appeared. I handed her the dust pan.
Heather: "You're giving me a dustpan?"
Me: "yes. I'll sweep it in and you hold the dustpan."
Amazingly, she took the dust pan. I took that broom and swung like it was a golf club. We both screamed. It landed in the dust pan.
Me: "Throw it in the trash!"
Me: "Help me close the trash."
I grabbed the trash bag, screamed, and ran outside with it.
We are such wusses.