M I C....

the only benefit to working a bit later than usual on Wednesday night was that i finally got to see a mouse in our lobby. he dove back under the radiator as i came out of the elevator, and so i did the same out the door and on to the street. while kind of freaked out, i was happy to finally have my proof about the "dead mouse smell" that permeates the entrance to the building. that little guy will be in a trap and stinking up the place in no time, i'm sure.

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oddly enough, we have another mouse-in-the-radiator story - one that totally tops this week's. a few years back a little mouse found his way into our parents' house via a christmas tree. after we figured out what had happened and spent most of an evening looking for the little stowaway, missy of course came face-to-face with him while she was in the bathroom. he popped his head out of the heating vent in the wall and she went berserk.

her shrieks brought the troops - my father, a flashlight, and our cat, tigger - running to the rescue. about two minutes later we look into the bathroom and see a most ridiculous scene: while father and tigger are on their bellies on the floor peering into the openings at the bottom of the radiator, the mouse was sticking out of the top part of it, about a foot above them, staring down at their heads.

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and so tomorrow we're off to florida, where after a few days of beach bumming we will head over to the happiest place on earth and get to see the biggest mouse of them all! don't worry, we will be careful to avoid the disney freaks - epcot is currently having a wine festival, so we imagine booze will be a pretty effective repellent*.



*Bear is carrying nunchucks in his fanny pack, just in case.