What's Andy Cooking?

Mouser

The mouse struck again this weekend. We had heard rumors that he'd returned, but hadn't seen him ourselves 'till Saturday morning.

I was cooking up some french toast for a few friends, when Mark noticed some odd sawdust on the microwave underneath one of the cabinets. When we opened the cabinet, we found that the inside edges of both doors were chipped away where they meet at the base.

Suddenly, we realized we had inadvertently trapped the mouse inside the cabinet overnight, where he let loose his fury on the door, thereby creating the sawdust. Furthermore, it dawned on us that, as we had been the first to open the door to the cabinet, the beast must still be inside!

With great caution, Mark began to empty the cabinet of all the food, while I returned to my toast. Bewildered, he found that after removing everything, there was still no mouse, and he began to check the cabinet for holes.

After only a few minutes, Mark shook his head and claimed "Damnit! There's no damn holes, where did that fucker get to?" But truly it had vanished.

So, while I continued attending to my toast, Mark began checking the food for mouse contamination. I watched as he carefully peeked into various containers, checking for little mouse shits, until he finally came to the Cream of Wheat.

He peeked into the box, but the opening was too small to see clearly, so carefully he bagin to pour the dried cereal out. Before he even got the first grain, out fell the beast right into his opened hand!

Stunned, Mark let a blood-curdling squeal, and the mouse took his chance to dissapear to his hole in the corner of the kitchen!

Needless to say, Mark's fell determination was now upon the mouse, and he began taunting the beast while pacing the kitchen. But the mouse proved too cowardly for Mark's challenges.

In the end, I grabbed a trap while running errands at Target later in the day. A lethal one.


In other news, Jack and I are set to begin writing our first Comicbook. We have a rough idea for a first issue, which I'm going to develop, then Jack will work on a second, and we'll continue on swapping till the story is done.

As a happy coincidence, a sister of a friend may be willing to draw for us. It appears this girl went to art school specifically in the hopes of one day drawing a comic. She has no interest in writing, but really just wants to draw, which is a pretty serendipidous coincidence for Jack and I.

And so begins the rest of our lives . . .


Addendum
The mouse trap worked like a dream. I set it in the cabinet with a lump of peanut butter as bait, and when I checked late Sunday night, he was there and quite dead. Now to clean up all those shits on the counter . . .