Rockport rock mouse.

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I can’t place this little devil in its location from far out because you’d never see it.  Excuse the bad close up and dirty floor of a hidden recess in my bathroom.

My wife is rather terrified of mice.  But in a kinda cute and funny way, not in a heart-attack way.  From time to time, mouse jokes and pranks pop up.  I recently got a bug in my crawl to tell her there was a mouse in the living room of our apartment.  I made a scene of chasing it to the bedroom, watching it, reporting its movements and then telling her it hid under her dresser, which is next to the bathroom door.  All night she asked if I made up the story, and I said I didn’t and offered more tiny pieces of information and details to make my story more believable.

I have used small rocks I’ve collected over the years to act as bugs and mice and rats on folks when they would walk into poorly-lit rooms with these critters in their minds, put into their minds by me or by the critters themselves walking around Baltimore.  This time, I took one such rock from Rockport, Massachusetts and placed it in a dim spot in the bathroom.  Then I put a twisted q-tip under it for a tail.  I thought to cut the ends off to make ears.  This is the result.

If I thought I would not give away the joke with my camera, I wouuld have gotten pictures of Mrs. P’s reaction.  She went into the bathroom as I crept up to watch.  She turned on the light, took a step and saw my little creature in the shadows and jumping up and down, one leg at a time, a sort of cute little running in place at high speed, accompanied by giggly squealing.  She ran from the room and found me nearly pooping my pants in laughter.

But lest you think me cruel, she was laughing as she was jumping and screaming.

For Photo Friday: Sharp, because, dang, my Mini Mouse Rock was sharp!