Friday, January 9, 2009
Since yesterday's blog was sort of a bummer :( I have decided to treat you to a belly laugh. At my expense. My parents and I were "huddled" (that is my mom's new word for what we do when we weep and pray and remember together) last night and she reminded me of this doozy! Oh boy! When I asked her if I had to tell ALL, she made me give my word. Let me just say at the start--NO PART of this silly tale is embellished, exaggerated or other wise edited. It is all true--even if it sounds like it isn't! :)
So, I have made mention before that Bryan and I grew up in a rural part of Escondido. No tract homes or cul de sacs for us. LOTS of snakes, squirrels, a few neighbor pigs and chickens, lizards, critters, and MICE! One day, I was using the restroom. A HUGE--wait, I gave my word--I mean, a regular sized mouse scurried across my toes while I sat on the porcelain throne. I screeched and squealed and scampered down our hallway to my mom in the kitchen. My pants were still down around my ankles so that was one long hallway. I jumped into my mom's arms and screamed.
My mom plopped me on the counter and slapped my face. Last night when I asked her WHY she had done that, she replied sincerely that she had seen it on TV: smack hysterical people and they snap out of it! So she slapped my face with her whip-creamed hand. I can remember the cool-whip sticking to my face. Remember, I told you this is ALL true. I am getting to the Bryan part--just you wait!
My mom ran to the bathroom with a broom and Bryan quickly followed with his BB gun. No joke. Brave Mom went in first and Frontiersman Bryan stood behind her. He was taller than her by this time--oh, that's right. I haven't revealed our ages yet. I was FOURTEEN. How embarrassing! That means he was thirteen and not so afraid of mice! While my mom was scanning the floor for the uninvited guest, my brother whispered, "Be still." He aimed his gun up and shot that mouse right between the eyes. It was sitting up on the top ledge of the shower curtain. My mom and fierce hunter Bryan just closed the door and left the little intruder in the tub where it fell. My dad cleaned up the mess when he came home from work. He confirmed that it was a dead center shot. That mouse never had a chance! Too bad it had family...more mice stories to come.
Posted by Reilly Fitzpatrick at 7:50 AM