Eek!

[jethrien]

Our kitchen trashcan is a compactor installed as part of the cabinets - you press a pedal, and it pops out of the wall.

Last night, it popped out of the wall with a mouse clinging to the side, going on a little ride. Mouse and I startled at each other - I screamed and he ran. (In my defense, I was really, really not expecting the trash to look back at me.)

Great. Run away, little mousy, I'm getting more poison tonight.

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[(Anonymous)]

When I was about 8 years old, my mother opened the metal-lined bread drawer and saw a very fat, happy mouse eating the Pepperidge Farm white bread. My mother screamed and threw our white cat into the drawer. The cat, long rumored to be a skilled and determined "mouser," took one look at the mouse and jumped out of the drawer.
That was the last we saw of that particular cat.