We have a mouse at work. One of my co-workers is pushing the limits of non-obsession with catching the little bugger. She has traps set out all over the place and she checks them religiously each day to see if she’s gotten lucky (which I guess would be unlucky for the mouse?).
This morning she entered the office and noticed a bag of chocolate reisen quivering on the desk ever so slightly. She froze, her gaze fixed upon the bag of chocolatey goodness. To her horror, the back end of a mouse slowly began to inch it’s way out of the bag… wiggling… jerking…
The mouse had nabbed himself a reisen, and was attempting to drag it away.
When his body had completely emerged from the bag, he froze. His head slowly turned until he was facing the woman watching him from the door. The hunter and the prey… eye’s fixed… neither moving… each hoping the other would cave first and look away.
The mouse caved first, and with a crazed jump, sent the bag of reisen hurtling through the air and candy flying as if a meteor had crashed into the desk.
As the mouse became projectile, my co-worker shrieked in terror. She continued to scream until the mouse had made his way back into the recesses of the wall. But not without his chocolate reisen. Oh yes… he took it with him.
Now my co-worker is convinced she’s going to catch the mouse with his sweet-tooth. She has all the traps baited with oatmeal cream pie.
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