"Josh, mouse, dead, funny"

This is our little dead mouse. How he ended up dead is unfortunate. The story is as follows:

After our camp out, I was in charge of clearing out the tent. I would throw everything outside in a pile and Ryan and the kids would pick it up and take it to the van. Ryan was juggling several different things, including our pillows, when he decided that he needed to rearrange his load. As he was switching the pillows from one hand to the other, he noticed something small fly off the pillow and land on the ground. He wasn't quite sure what it was but noticed that it was scurrying away. Josh had a stick with him and in one fast swoop, he smacked the mouse and killed it. Now, this mouse is tiny. And mice can really move! I'm not sure how Josh was able to kill that thing in one shot.

Now Abby seemed to think that this was very funny. For days now, she's been telling me "Josh, mouse, dead, funny!" I'm not thinking that it was all that funny. I immediately came home and washed all the pillowcases. Yuck. To even think that a mouse has been scurrying on my pillow gives me the willies.

This poor little mouse was already dead, but Ethan needed to make sure. I guess he wanted part of the action too.

So, that's our story. Next time you talk to Abby, ask her about the mouse. She thinks it's great!