Ok. I couldn't leave the computer without telling this story.
We had a mouse in our house last week. And I, being the only "manly Canadian" in the house, decided I would take care of business. I made a trap that involved an egg carton, duct tape, a cardboard tube and a bucket of water (don't ask), which didn't seem to work. I actually documented the whole experiment/procedure in my trip journal, you can read my reasoning there if you want.
Basically, the day we went to can the trap and start looking for mice poison, I picked up the duct tape and the cardboard tubing, and as i walked to the garbage, something began stinging, and moving in my hand with the duct tape...and unless duct tape has a mind of its own, I soon realized this was no ordinary duct tape...this was duct tape, with a mouse stuck to it! AND THE MOUSE WAS BITING ME!!! AHHHH!!!!!! (oh horror, the audience shields their eyes)....but I, as the "brave, manly Canadian boy", jumped about 5 feet, shook the mouse to the ground (where it lay stunned), and looked at Harardo and Alex (who were in the room at the time) in shock.
Alex quickly put a plastic cup over it, and after some hesitation, Harardo dropped a cinder block on the cup....long story short: no more mouse.
So anyways, this led to a whole scare about Canadian doctors telling me i could get rabies, Honduran doctors telling me the rabies shot was government controlled, and they would only give me a tetanus needle (at the honduras public hospital - an interesting place)...but it turned out that (upon further research from Ms. Jennifer Martin) mice don't carry rabies, and I wasn't gonna turn into some frothy mouthed monster.
Just thought I'd share that story with you. good times.
6 comments:
I am laughing out loud! I’m picturing the sabre-toothed mouse with a formidable grip on your arm and you, werewolf-like, flailing about the room. Alex and I would have both ran out of the room screaming, had we been there with you. Way to go, manly Canadian! We love your adventures and your supreme storytelling skills.
:)
Aggie
Ohh Timo I laughed pretty hard when I heard you'd been bit by a mouse, although Mom was freaking out a bit. I assured her people have come back from rabies before, a little frothing at the mouth only scares the frisbee opponents. Great blogging little bro... you know I live through you, so live it up!
Tim!
i love reading this stuff.
seriously. hearing about this incrediable trip is sooo encouraging.
oh man! youve been bitten by a mouse.
i dunno if youve heard.. but when that happens.. the features of the person become very... mouse like.
if you notice anything big happening.. well.
i told ya so!
im praying for you! im so proud of you.
Colleen
love your stories.....wild adventure. Seems strange to read of you marking papers and such when it seems like you just finished writing them as a student. How fast time flies. Glad you all were victorious over the mighty rodent! As a fellow mother, I sympathize with your mom on madly researching the health risks....good news that there is no need for special shots or something...love and prayers, the C'ville Martins...
Love you Timo!
GREAT story, PS! haha
Miss you heaps and prayin for you often...cant wait to see you @ Christmas! :)
XOXO Kristen
Hey tim.
sounds like fun.
but being teh animal actvivst that i am. might i suggest trapping them witht he ducktape then releasing them?
or perhaps creating a mouse farm in which you can breed and sell them?
just some options.
haha.
hope you're having a good time.
sounds like you are.
-Claire Bargout.
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