I came home early today to let Andrew have a chance to look at my car fan before we left to go to our Christmas party. I was inside preparing Abigail's food to take with us while Andrew worked on the car. Here is the gist of the story:
Andrew was on his back with his head under the glove compartment, working on the fan. Picture that for a moment. . . He pulled out the fan and saw that it was, once again, packed with all sorts of debris. It crossed his mind as to what the culprit what might be but he couldn't believe it. As he slowly moved the debris packed fan over his face, the culprit fell out, struck his cheek, and lay twitching next to his ear. Andrew let out a loud "yelp" and scrambled madly out the door of the car. His heart had stopped for a brief moment but he managed to escape unharmed. He then flung the twitching MOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! out into the yard!!!!
Apparently, some mouse with the brains of a . . . . well, mouse, tried to make its nest, twice, in my car fan! Yes, folks! As I turned on the fan this morning, and it made a louder grinding and vibrating sound than usual, I was actually spinning a mouse in the fan. The critter, unfortunately got caught in the fan this time and did not live to see another day of making nests. Andrew had the fun job of cleaning out the debris and the blood. Ugg!
I am totally and completely creeped out, if you must know the truth. There isn't much in this world that I despise more than mice. At least the mouse fell on Andrew's cheek instead of mine, because I'd probably be in the insane asylum right now if it had been me.
Night all. Sweet dreams!
(Andrew helped me write this post, by the way).