Polite dinner conversation
At a dinner yesterday with the YSA, the topic of getting rid of mice came up. One of the girls had to deal with a mouse, and had caught it using a sticky pad, and needed to get rid of it. They decided to drown the creature. One individual thought this was a pretty inhumane way of killing it, and wondered what methods others would have chosen. All your normal methods of poison, drowning, traps, shovel, etc.
While this conversation was going on, I was reminiscing of my childhood when I had an older brother who needed to get rid of some mice. His methods were rather... inventive. In my usual laconic manner and general weirdness, I added my one word to the conversation...
"Microwave."
The varying looks of shock and disgust were a sight to behold. Not sure what they think of me, well, okay, I'm sure I know what they were thinking of me, but it was worth it to see their expressions. Wish I had a picture.
2 Comments:
haha. I love your/our family.
At least it wasn't fire.
Ewwww.
EWWWWWWWW!
I sincerely hope this was AFTER I moved out, therefore I wouldn't have ever used said microwave post mice microwaving event.
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