We had another mouse in our apt this week. I pretty much went into hysterics whenever I saw it. Screaming, jumping, and running around. I HATE mice. HATE. I can do spiders and bugs all you want but not mice. yuck. I set a bunch of homemade booby traps. You know the kind with a box propped up by a stick with a string. My logic was sound. Well, it didn't work. Then my friend told me to put peanut butter on the end of a vacuum hose and when it comes to eat it you just turn on the vacuum. Sucks it right up. That didn't work either. I spent hours trying to catch this stupid mouse. Finally, we put out sticky traps and a few very long days later we caught it. The problem with sticky traps is that they aren't dead. I came home from work and saw that it was in the trap, but it was ward temple night so I only had a few minutes to get dressed and leave. I didn't want the mouse to get away while I was gone (it was only stuck from the waste down) so I decided to put a bucket over it and take care it when I got home (meaning have some boys come over and take care of it). The trap was up on the counter and against the wall so I had to move it out away from the wall to get the bucket over it. I got a long shishkabob stick and started moving the trap out... Well, the mouse freaked out!!!! It flipped the unstuck part of its body up over the top of the trap, looked me in the eye, and started screaming bloody murder. Then I freaked out and started screaming bloody murder. I dropped everything and ran onto the balcony. Luckily I still had my phone. I started texting every boy I knew to come get the mouse. I finally got someone. While I'm waiting for him to come over I can hear the mouse dragging itself and the trap across the counter. I then hear it fall off the counter and start dragging itself across the floor. I can just imagine it doing some creepy mouse army crawl with his beady little eyes popping out. Freakin' mouse. I ran out of my house and waited on the street. My friend came over, went upstairs to the kitchen bagged the mouse and stepped on it. Mouse, no longer a problem.
As I am writing this I can hear something rustling over by the stove. I'm going to freak out. I'm a paranoid wreck.
I have a problem. The problem is that when I go to buy shampoo and conditioner I get 2 shampoos. Honestly, I do this more often than not. It drives me crazy. I KNOW that I do this so I make a conscious decision to buy 1 shampoo and 1 conditioner. I don't know how both turn into shampoo from the time I pick it up off the shelf to when I put it in my hair. It is especially bad when I am just buying conditioner. 85% of the time I grab a shampoo. So dumb.
It snowed recently in Utah which means the roads turned into salt which means my car went from red to white and I couldn't see out of any of the windows. Finally, I went to the car wash. I should have gone to the one I normally do but I decided to go to one a bit closer to my house. I pay my $5 for the "Deluxe Wash" and drive in. It is the kind where it pretty much cages you in and the sprayers circle around your car.
Well... about half way through the sprayer stops circling (its still spraying full blast). After a few minutes I was like this isn't right. I thought NBD I'll just drive out of here. nope. One of the metal sprayers was in front of my car and there was a tire stopper. I couldn't escape the car wash. I turned off my car and started looking around. It is the biggest oversight in our solar system that there isn't a "Call for Help" number in the car wash. There was a big button on the wall that said, "Push for Emergency Exit". Like I'm going to get out of my car while it's still spraying like crazy. No thanks.
I played a game of spider solitaire on my iPod while finishing up a RadioLab podcast...still nothin'.
I wasn't going to die in there so I either had to call 911 or take matters into my own hands. I decided on the latter. I drove forward as far as I could then reversed as far as I could. I did this a bunch of times until it jarred the machine. It finished the cycle and I drove out never to return again.