Hide and Squeak!!!
From Crystal:
I was helping dad move some oat
hay. He was on the truck and I was on
the stack throwing bales down to him.
Now, this was not a new stack of hay, in fact, it had been there so long
now that it was totally infested with mice.
Each bale I moved sent another 10 or 15 mice scattering. It was no surprise when I caught, out of the
corner of my eye, a mouse running over my shoe.
It was a surprise, however, when I felt the pinching sensation of the
little rat crawling up my right shin.
You may well believe that having a tiny ball of fur run up your legs
would tickle a bit …it does not, you would be closer to the truth if you
envisioned a very tiny crab in its place.
I dropped my bale and cupped my hands around my leg just below my knee
and informed my father that I believed there to be a mouse in my pant leg.
“Well, do you want to drop them up
there or down here?” …we switched
places; me doing a little hobble as I held my leg tight, trying to prevent the
mouse from climbing any farther.
Dad turned around giving me some
privacy, but the beast was nowhere to be found. I gave
up the hunt, but just as Dad turned back around I felt the mouse nestled
underneath my front left pocket.
Frustrated by this time and downright disgusted, I did not even give dad
a chance to turn around again; I dropped my pants, grabbed the mouse with my
now glove free hand and threw him hard.
