Two weeks ago I was at Laura’s Grandma’s house. We were chatting in the kitchen and out of the corner of my eye I saw a small, brown mouse scurry across the hardwood floor.
The next day I bought a pair of mousetraps and gave them to Laura’s brother to bait with peanut butter and set in the kitchen.
Two days later I was back at Laura’s Grandma’s house. The traps were still armed, but were picked clean of peanut butter.
Me: Rita, I’m going to reset those traps and I guarantee you we’ll catch that mouse within a day.
Rita: Oh, I’m not so sure about that.
(She leans in and whispers, keeping the secret from the mouse…)
Rita: We used to catch a lot of mice back on the farm. They were stupid and we’d catch them like crazy. This mouse is very, very sly.
Me: But he’s still a mouse. Christopher didn’t set those traps quite right the first time. I’m going to set them on a hair trigger.
Rita: You can try, but he’s too smart for you.
Me: Rita, his brain is the size of a pea. Mine is the size of a grapefruit. I’m hundreds of time’s smarter than that mouse.
Rita: If his brain is that small, then how was he able to outsmart Christopher?
Me: Hey, you said it, not me.