Until I put up a shed. Last year the little bastards built a nest in my grill. IN my grill. When I took it out of the shed and opened the lid, the entire thing was overflowing with grass/string/poop and other fluffy stuff. Six mice jumped out of it as we cleaned it.
Okay... I got over that... but the other day my lawn tractor wouldn't start. Sure, every time I started it I'd see some mice run out from beneath it, big deal. But when it wouldn't start and I was checking over the engine... I found another nest. INSIDE the engine. When I changed the oil filter, a mouse corpse fell out with a thunk. Now I have to figure out a way to get it to a shop to get fixed.
Damn Mice!!!!
2.) Often times, I'm asked about my love of eyeballs. I used to think it came from the old paperback cover of one of my all time favorite books - NIGHT SHIFT by Stephen King. But I discovered something the other day that may have influenced my eyeball infatuation as well.
Back in the late 70s, I was a HUGE Bay City Rollers fan. HUGE! (Until they resorted to that Saturday morning TV show. Ugh!) Anyway, I was showing my 14 year old daughter the video for S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT and discovered something that may explain my obsession.
On a side note, after I played the song for my daughter, she said, "Oh! That's what they're spelling!" Good Lord, what is she learning in school.