Ok I had one of the funniest days of my life today.
A while back I had planned to write a blog about the fascination I had with dead creatures when I was young and how I partially disected a dead rat at the age of 10, which including probing it's stiff body with two sticks and investigating it's dead body parts. I can't even look at a dead creature now without wretching so not sure when this phase of my life ended, but it did!
I was then going to add how disturbed my younger sister was by all of this and how she insisted on burying my science specimen in a grave with flowers and a cross and praying for it.
I ridiculed her for the next 10 or maybe 20 years about this and the funny part is I am now a Christian and praying for not so dead things is part of my life and I feel very sad about how I tormented her about it for so long.
So to cut a very long story short, I think my cats decided to get back at me for all of the trauma I created for my poor 7 year old sister's gentle heart...... they brought me a mouse at 3am 3 days ago which creeped me out completely.
They did this by chasing the poor sod into my printer that was on the floor and pawed at it for 2 hours. I woke up to a bloody mess and assumed the bugger had been eaten. 2 days later a horrible stench developed and I placed the printer in a black bag and decided to lug it to the Canon service department to have the remains of Mr mouse removed (the printer had been faulty and that was why it was on the floor in the first place - ready to go for a service prior to the mouse incident).
So I was hoping they would overlook the odd request to remove the mouse and do it as part of the service of the printer.
Today I could not get the printer booked into the service department, so while Mr Mouse cooked away in my car in a 40 degree Dubai summer's day , I devised a plan. On the way back form a meeting I asked my boss.
"Please would you do me a big favour? A man's job" - He said "Sure".
I then told him it was to remove a dead mouse from my printer in my car.
"I can't do that!"
"Why not? "
"Because I have kids and I could get an infection."
I told him he had no choice as he had promised.
So the stinky printer inside the black bag was placed in the corridor outside our office - armed with a plastic bag to put the mouse in, THE MOUSE REMOVER was ready.
With a little bit of drama and a tug to get it's flattened head out from between the rollers - Mr Mouse was laid to rest forever.
Watch the video!
