My friends, Bill and Kim, recently gifted me with a lovely present. It was in honor of a weekend spent at Bill’s cabin in Robbinsville with my mayoral campaign staff, i.e., Heather, Ben, Rocket, Alli, David, Murphy, Susan, McLure, and Pickles.
We had a high time feasting on great munchies and cold adult beverages. Granted, it was a little like the Griswolds going camping. However, it wasn’t as bad as when a friend brought a bottle of Woolite with her to the cabin. Who packs Woolite for a weekend at a cabin in the woods? I know I should with a nickname like Bullseye but why bother.
Our resident chef, David, had prepared some lovely little birds ala beer (one domestic and one import) butt chicken for our evening repast. We were sitting on the deck enjoying our fine meal and the setting sun when Heather lets out this high pitched shriek. A mouse had jumped out of the cabinet and landed on one of the chickens. I’m sure that poor little woodland creature was thinking, “Thank you Jesus, I have just hit the mother load.”
Being the kind person she is, Heather implored Ben to catch it and move it away from the cabin. I, on the other hand, was advocating a swift death for defiling the chicken. Ben caught the little scamper and carted it off to the island that is near the cabin.
Last fall I went back out to the cabin after telling Bill that I would not sleep or step foot in it again until it was completely and totally cleared of any and all varmits. He and Kim had worked most of the year repainting, new floor, new appliances, and cleaning out all the cabinets. No varmits or tell-tale signs of varmits were in or around the cabin. I don’t mind the “around the cabin” signs. I just don’t want to wake up next to a skunk, squirrel, hedgehog, or such while there. After I related the story of the mouse humping the chicken for Bill and Kim’s entertainment, this is what I got for a present.
There is an on/off switch on the bottom of the mug. The mouse will twirl its tail around while kicking its legs at the same time making theses slurping, drinking noises then caps it all off with a big old trucker burp. This leads me to believe that this was the same reaction by the cabin mouse. A big old trucker burp for all the chicken he managed to gobble down before Ben dropped him on the island.