I was hoping my water would magically be back on in hopes of not putting my friend out for another night, but there was no sign of improvement. And to make matters worse, the mouse was still there and made a mad dash upon my arrival in the kitchen.
I put down three mouse traps, repacked my bag and set out on the long haul to Galveston. At 30 mph, it’s a long haul from Walton.
Get up Monday and head to Kokomo to get my car checked out. Turns out I have two bent wheels. If you’re thinking two bent wheels doesn’t sound like a cheap fix, you’d be right.
I get back home late Monday morning to find two mice had fallen victim to my traps. While standing in the kitchen trying to summon the courage to dispose of the bodies, one of the mice moved. If you live within a 50-mile radius of Cass County, you might have heard me scream. It somehow survived the smack of the trap and was now trying to free itself from its snare.
I emptied the trash can in the bathroom and put it over the mouse. I then placed a full laundry basket on top of the trash can, and then called my neighbor to come kill the mouse.
He had a good laugh at my expense when he arrived to find me standing guard over my makeshift cage with a broom in case of an escape.
The neighbor is also the plumber, so he stayed and worked on the pipes while I went to work. He called that evening to tell me I have water. I got home after work Monday night to find I also had another dead mouse to deal with.
Not the cap I wanted after an already-exhausting weekend.
By the time you’re reading this, I’ll be wrapping up another weekend. And let me tell you, if it’s been anything like last weekend, I’m filing an official complaint with the universe.
Misty Knisely is managing editor of the Pharos-Tribune. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. Follow her on Twitter: @PharosMK