WTF!!

I have a mouse living in my car! He is apparently the Speedy Gonzalez of the mice having outsmarted me and avoided detection for several weeks and capture for several days. Ok, talk about the ewww, ick and gross factor. So this may be one of those times when having a man around I can whine to about how he has to use the mouse trap and dispose of the mouse and not me would be handy. Unfortunately, the only man in my life would probably adopt him, call him Mickey Mouse and offer him lifetime free room and board beneath his carseat where ample supplies of goldfish fall. And believe me, we could survive days in a blizzard with all the half empty beverage containers, dropped goldfish, and half eaten breakfast bars that are typically in my car (not to mention the changes of clothing). Hmmm...maybe I'm seeing the reason why there's a mouse in my car in the first place!