of Mice and Dads

My dad has a lot of good stories. This is one of them.

We had mice. And one day I found one of the ‘have a heart’ traps had been triggered. We had caught one of the little guys!! I picked up the trap, brought it to the car, and drove to the cemetary to release him. It was winter at the time and very cold. So when I opened the door to the trap the little mouse didn’t want to come out. It was far warmer inside the trap.

I shook it a little bit, but he clung on. So I shook it a lot and he fell out onto the snow – immediately jumped up, ran towards me, and ran up my pant leg! Just like in the cartoons! I had to grab my knee to keep him from running all the way up! I thought “This doesn’t happen to real people!”

I had to shake my leg like crazy until he came out.

3 thoughts on “of Mice and Dads

  • 9/19/2006 at 5:45 am

    Haha, I love your Dad’s stories.

  • 9/19/2006 at 6:35 am

    Reminds me of the Mississippi Squirrel Revival.


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