Mousecapades 2: This time it's personal

A few developments recently in the saga of the house mice.

First, Abby was cleaning out her closet and found, inside a shoe box, a pile of our dry cat food stored up from one of our rodent friends. That would certainly explain why they don't always hit the trap when we set it, they're all burrowed up for a mousepocalypse.

I have started calling her closet the condomousiam.

In what will shortly turn out to be oddly related news, my car wasn't working right yesterday. I drove it a few feet, got a low engine pressure light and went back to my driveway. A call to On Star and my dealership and I was told to call for Roadside Assistance to give me a tow, which they did. It was as painless an experience as one could have considering my car had to be towed and repaired.

Today the shop called, they were getting a "failed fuel switch" from the diagnostic computer, so they dropped my fuel tank which is when they found peanuts, raisins and chewed wires.

Here's what I'm pretty sure happened. We let the captured mice out in the garage in the winter so they don't freeze. We leave some food for the mice. Said mice realize my car is much warmer than the garage, they crawl up into the car and start a nice little nest with my fuel sensor wiring as insulation.

I'm not sure if I should laugh or not (I am) but I do feel obligated to call Car Talk.

Next mice we find we're driving up to Albany before we release them.

Comments

[rita]

I was hoping you'd get to the Car Talk part.