Daughter DMed me last night, somewhat unhappy. Her mother (aka: the wife) doesn’t want anything to do with mice. Her brother (aka: the son) doesn’t want anything to do with mice.
Alas, there was a mouse caught in a trap. With me on the road, it fell to Casey …
“What do I do?” she asked.
“Get a garbage bag,” I said. “Open it on the floor. Then scoop the mouse up with a shovel and dump it in.”
“But it’s caught in the trap,” Casey said.
“So?” I asked.
“How do I get the trap off?” she replied.
I laughed.
A lot.
