if you give a mouse a cookie...

my mom's car has been in and out of the shop for the past few months. it's gotten older, it's got a fair share of miles on it. but it shouldn't have been in as bad shape as it has been. so finally, we got a call that it'd need several hundred dollars of repair work.

because a mouse had been eating it.

before, a mouse had eaten the wiring to the left front turn signal lamp. now it at the heater hose, ignition wires, and something else that i can't think of anymore.

think about that for a second. a mouse. eating a car.

my mom came home from a trip to hawaii at 7 am a few weeks ago, and i was up. she was bleary-eyed and tired from a red-eye flight, but had heard the diagnosis on her car. half asleep, she wondered aloud, "why would a mouse want to eat a car? it seems like a daunting task for a mouse."

anyhow, that doesn't have anything really to do with the point of this post. the point of this post is for me to say, happy birthday mom!