Mice and Men

This was a very interesting week.  It all started on a Tuesday.  My wonderful wife is so nice in making sure that I am well fed (you know, all that waking up making breakfast, lunch stuff).  Sometimes, I just am not very hungry in the mornings for breakfast, but she still will send me with something cause she knows me so well and in a couple of hours, I will be starving.  On this Tuesday morning, she made me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  I got to work and opened the back seat to find this -

And this -

So I text Savannah tell her that I think that I have a mouse in my car who ate my sandwich.  I merrily go along and eat the sandwich tho because yes, I was hungry.  I think nothing of it and move on with my life.  A couple of days later (Thursday), I jump in my car to head to work and immediately smell something like baby poop.  I know it is not from us....but Savannah has been watching a baby.  Maybe she left the dirty diaper in the car.  I do a quick inspection and can't find it.  So I just roll the windows down and head to work.  Then Friday morning comes and once I again I am headed to work....man, I can't find the dirty diaper smell, but it is getting worse.  No worries, it is a nice day and once again the windows go down in my car.  After work, I am getting into my car and about woof my cookies because I swear something has died in my car.  I barely make it home without dying myself.  Once home, I do a very intensive search of my car.  I look under the seats, pull everything out, but can't find the source of this awful stench.  Then I open the trunk and start to go thru it.  I pull out this blanket and what lands on my arm?  A DEAD MOUSE!!!!  Okay, so I might have freaked and shouted a bit....enough to cause Savannah to come running down the stairs asking what the crud??  After thoroughly cleaning my arm and car, I am glad to report I found no more mice.....but now I am thinking.....yuck, I did have a mouse eat my sandwich and I ate it too!!!!!