I thought initially that I'd keep the mouse in my truck around for a while. I thought it would definitely be fun if I was ever on a date. I could casually mention the fact that I let a mouse or two make a house in my truck. Oh man... that would be awesome. But then I read the comments on my last post and someone mentioned that mice like to chew and it was only a matter of time until they decided to chew on my wires (that's what she said). So I went to the store and bought two packs of two mouse traps. I thought it would be funny to set all four of them and then take a picture. So I loaded them all up with peanut butter and went out to my truck.
I haven't set a mousetrap for a long time. It's freakin' nerve-racking. I was petrified. The spring on those stupid things could break my finger if I wasn't careful. I'd wouldn't be more scared if I was setting a bear trap. By the time I'd set the second one, I decided I didn't want to risk a mouse trap related injury so I didn't bother setting the other two. Then I realized I still had to shut my door. The last thing I wanted to happen was to slam the door and have the vibrations snap both of my traps. It didn't, though.
So I went inside and started watching LOST with Jake and Nick. Two hours later, at about 1:30am, I said, "I'm gonna go see if I caught anything." Jake started laughing at me like I was a total idiot. "It's only been two hours. There's no way you caught anything yet." I ignored him and went out to check anyway. Sure enough, I had caught a mouse. You'll also notice most of the peanut butter has been eaten off the trap that's still set. It's a good thing I'd set two of them. When I showed Jake the dead mouse, he was like, "Well, it takes longer to catch them in our house since our house is so much bigger. Of course the mouse would get caught quicker in a smaller environment." Sure, Jake.
I decided to set my last two mouse traps so there were three of them in my truck. When I took the other two traps outside, I noticed the small amount of peanut butter on the third trap had already been consumed so I was relatively sure there was at least one more mouse in there somewhere.
Unfortunately, the three traps have now been set for two days and I haven't caught any other mice. I deep cleaned my truck, though, and there was mouse poop everywhere. It was nasty.
By yesterday, I was so disgusted by mice and their poop (and three girls in our ward had already complained about Brigham and his wives) that I moved the mouse cage out to our garage. What a waste of $50. Oh well.
Speaking of yesterday, a bunch of guys were coordinating a group date for last night. I was invited to go, but I don't really have anyone to ask. I was looking through my phone and I noticed "Marie Theatre" saved in there. It took me a few seconds to figure out who that was. When I remembered, I got a little embarrassed. I actually almost deleted it. Not because I don't want to go out with her, but because it has been so long since I got her number, I'll look like a jackass if I call her now... and I am tempted to call her.
I didn't delete it. And I'm still tempted. I just have to think of a witty and believable excuse. Actually, it doesn't even have to be believable if it's witty enough. And it doesn't have to be witty if it's believable enough. If I can think of something today, maybe I'll ask her out for tonight. No. That's rude to ask her out on the day of. Maybe next weekend.
ps The censored portion of the photo may possibly be concealing an identifiable skin blemish. Please ignore it.