We Adopted A Cannibal Mouse

Let me back up.

When I was six, or thereabouts, I wanted a pet.  My older sister Abbie had a Guinea Pig, and I thought it was unfair that I couldn't have a pet.  Together, me and my younger brother Connor launched a plan to annoy my parents into letting us have a pet.  It worked.  My parents took us to the pet store, and got me the cheapest animal they could find.  (Besides goldfish, which don't count as pets.)  A mouse.  I was thrilled!  I worshiped that mouse.  It was my life.  My purpose.  I named her Jenny.

If you put food in your shirt pocket she would crawl in

My parents also adopted one for Connor.  (Don't ask me what the difference is between buying a mouse, and adopting a mouse.  I don't know.)  The adopted mouse was what they call a "fancy mouse."  Connor named her Minnie.

Weeks passed.  

I woke up one morning, and went to check on my Jenny, as I did every morning.  

I couldn't believe what I saw.  

Minnie, Connor's horrible mouse, was EATING my Jenny!  

JENNY!  My life!  My hope!  My dreams!  I immediately wanted to smash Minnie.  Wring her scrawny little neck.  Flush her down the toilet.  I assure you I would have felt no remorse.  In heaven if I ever run into Minnie, I will feed her to a snake.  

Instead of gruesomely killing Minnie, (as I should have) I ran downstairs, bawling, to my dad and told him that Connor's mouse had eaten mine.  

Once my dad actually saw it, and new I wasn't making it up, he took me to the store again.  I got a new mouse, but since Minnie was adopted, because of some weird pet law, we couldn't return her.  But my dad bought Connor a new one to.  

We went home and put Minnie the cannibal in her own cage, which was just a plastic bin, and put Minnie II (Connor's new mouse(not a fancy mouse)) and Jenny againy (my new mouse(real nice name, huh)) in the actual mouse cage.  

Uneventful weeks passed. 

Jenny againy got fat.  She holed up in her little mouse home, and Minnie II put newspaper shreds in front of it so we couldn't see inside.  

More weeks passed. 

Turns out Minnie II was Mickey.  Yeah.  A boy.  We had mouse twins.  Smallest cutest things you have ever seen.  (And I don't say cute a lot, so that makes these even more cute!)  We had to put Mickey in another plastic container, since fathers are know to kill the babies.  So now we had five mice in three cages.  You should have smelled our room!  

That's about the story, except one night I woke up and Minnie was in Mickey's cage.  

We've also had a rabbit, fish(again, don't count),  goats, and chickens.  But those are other stories. 

Me and Minnie 

I love food. It's absolutely delicious! My favorite food has got to be steak. A nice juicy t-bone is perfect for a yummy Sunday dinner.

Among my favorite foods are Panda Express', chow mien and orange chicken,










cheesy peperoni pizza,

   

and raspberries. Oh how I love raspberries! When I was eight I had asked for them for my birthday. I got three boxes of them and was in pure heaven.
      To be honest after I thought about it, I don't love the subject being on food. But, I was eating some delightful cereal when my mom gave me the idea and it sounded really good at the time.                                                                                                                     

Food!

 I love food! I don't have a favorite, but I will tell you what foods I don't like. I don't like tomatoes. They are just...... I am not going to say. :) I can't think of any other food right now. I really like salad, fruit, vegetables, treats, and so much more! I don't really like to post on food, because I don't know what to say? I will just say I really like food!

I really like watermelon!

This is one on the cakes I made.

I really like the dog Border Collies!

Here is another cake!

I really like strawberries!

Pretty Much My Most Favorite Thing... EVER!!!!

I totally love food!  It's what I live for.  I would die without it! (Literally.)  But don't ask me what my favorite food is.  There's so many choices.  It's too hard.  It's In-N-Out.

Well, it's at least my favorite fast food.  Well, that and Tommy's. 

See what I mean?  I can't make up my mind!  

But the best food experience I've had, was on my twelfth birthday.  My parents took me and Abbie to Del Frisco's.

Del Frisco's!  Only one of the fanciest restaurants in Las Vegas!  There is a dress code to get in!  This place was pretty darn fancy!  So, we walk in, and I felt kind of like this.  

Yes.  They really did have those crumb tools.

Anyway, we start out the meal with bread, and salad.  I'm eating the salad, and the waitress lady, (there were like 12 waiters/waitresses waiting on us,) came over, and in a high pitched little girl voice says "Fresh ground pepper?"  I have my mouth full of salad, so I just nod.

And then these two guys bring out the pepper grinder.

Is is just about six feet long.

One guy holds it up to my salad, the other guy cranks the handle.  Ever since that day, every time we have something with pepper, me and Abbie will say to each other, "Fresh ground pepper?" in that super annoying three year old girl voice.

After the salad, they brought out the food.  I had a steak.  It was the best steak I've ever eaten!
But all those things are nothing compared to the bathrooms.
The bathrooms were surprisingly the fanciest part of the restaurant.  I walk in there, and there is a guy cleaning the mirror.  Like, they always have a guy in there, just cleaning the mirror.  But that's not the half of it.  On the counter, there were mints.  Breath mints.  Tic-tacs.  But that's not all.  There was cologne.  There was freakin cologne in a bathroom.  Just sitting there.  For people to use.  So when I'm done using the bathroom, the window guy has walked out.  So I'm like "why not?"  I use the cologne.  I go back out to our table smelling like someone filled a gallon bucket with axe body spray, and then jumped the whole thing on me.  I wasn't very good at putting on cologne.  I put on so much, the waiters stopped coming over to me to offer me pepper.  I smelled so strong I bet those people were like, "Oh Gertrude! Look at that boy. He's soaking wet with cologne.  Can you smell it?  Take a video with your iPhone5!"