© 2013 Aaron Atkinson

Mice on the Brain

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.

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