Of Mouse and Woman
I saw a mouse today.
It was awful.
I was minding my own business, carrying a bolt of cloth from a dusty corner of the school (hmmm, that should have been my first clue) to where I would use it on stage in our upcoming production of “Willy Wonka, Jr.” I turned a corner and the nasty rodent crawled up out of the top hole of the bolt. So I did what any normal person would do…
I screamed, threw the mouse as far from me as possible (amazing how athletic I can become when provoked by vermin!), and screamed some more.
Don’t even think about telling me they are cute. You have one crawl out of what you assume is a critter-free bolt of cloth and tell me its cute. I don’t think so. Mice are only cute when they are cartoons.
Moral of the story: If you need a bolt of cloth to use for your middle school musical, ask an exterminator to bring it out for you.