I’ll Never Sleep Again
Last night, I tried to catch the mouse that’s been scurrying around my apartment for the last couple weeks. I dug out my trusty mouse traps, baited one with peanut butter, and waited. Then, at around 4am, I heard what sounded like some rustling in the kitchen. “Yes!” I said to myself. “That mouse is going after the peanut butter, and will be smashed by my trap. Victory!” Then I fell asleep.
This morning, I found all of the peanut butter had been eaten and the trap had been pushed to the other side of the room. It was as if the mouse ate the peanut butter, got angry there was none left, and hurled the trap against the wall out of frustration. Does anyone know if peanut butter gives mice super strength? Or if it’s like crack to them, and when they can’t get anymore, they fly into addictive rages? The thought of a muscle-bound, strung-out mouse begging me for more peanut butter in the middle of the night will probably keep me from sleeping for the rest of the week. And if any of my stereo equipment goes missing, I’ll know who to blame.
