Not Your Ordinary Shopping Trip

I hate mice. There is really nothing complicated about it.

Their tails are unnatural. They are filthy and leave nasty little pellets everywhere. They get into places they shouldn't and chew through treasures.

Saturday I had a lunch date with friends. After leaving early, I decided to get some groceries. The shopping experience was typical of a large chain on a Saturday morning, until I got in my car to leave.

I started my Impala and fiddled with my MP3 player before buckling up for the trip. Jumping out of my skin just happened to be on the agenda.

Normal movement around my windshield wipers would indicate stray leaves or pine needles. This day it happened to be a matted gray stowaway that proceeded to climb up my windshield. After two seconds of shock, my reflexes kicked in and the windshield wipers sent the critter flying. But not to worry! It survived long enough to duck under another car. I can only imagine the surprise of some random shopper as a mouse scurried past their feet in the football field parking lot. Perhaps it caught a child's eye, and our wayward traveler was just in search of some sarsaparilla.

Wherever you are little mouse, I hope you are happy. The knowledge of your relocation is enough for me.