So yesterday, as Cassie and I are cruising down 295 to the Bead store, talking talking talking, I see this little gray blur down by my feet. I look down and very quickly raise my eyes back up.
And it takes a full 3-5 seconds for it to sink in.
There’s a tiny mouse sitting by my foot. The foot that is currently working the gas pedal which is keeping the car at about 70 mph. On a busy highway.
I wouldn’t say I went into full shock. I recall conciously thinking that I should remain calm as I am in control of a speeding car, but if that mouse should touch my foot, I might lose it. I believe my exact words were, “There’s a mouse by my foot. There’s a mouse by my foot.”
Thank God it was Cassie in the car with me. She’s the only one I know who could calmly reach down, pick up the little mouselette with a scrap of paper, ask me to slow down, and toss it from the car. Thank you God. Or Cassie, as the case may be.
I called Neil to let him know that Cassie saved the day, but we might have a nest in our car, and he pauses and says, “You didn’t even pull over before throwing him out?”
So for no reason other than that I promised you pictures, here you go.Tweet