awc@bu-cs.BU.EDU (Alex Cannon) (08/26/86)
Here's my best bizarre anecdote, which I posted to net.bizarre about a year ago. Our Lady of the Sacred Brewery (Shelli) agreed it might be time to repost it, so; How's this for bizarre: My former roommate and I, several years ago, discovered that mice were scurrying around the apartment at night. My roommate is allergic to all forms of furry animals, so we decided that Mickey and his pals had to go. Instead of buying the mean, neck-crushing variety of trap, we got the more humane(?) 'stick-em' kind, a plastic tray filled with adhesive. Well, after we got the thing baited right (peanut butter on crackers), we came into the kitchen early one morning to discover this little guy stuck in the middle of the trap, just kind of staring at us. Made some awful mouse-pleading noises when we got too close, but just had to lay there, wriggling horribly, respiration and heartbeat through the roof. "Well," we says, says we, "this is pretty nasty. I wish we hadn't done this to the poor mouse." Then I (being the bright one) read the package, and said, "Oh, look, this says we can clean the adhesive off with alcohol. Want to try to free the mouse?" My roommate (here comes the bizarre part) says, "Hmmm... I've got a beer in the fridge." Yup, you got it. We took a Heineken and poured it over the mouse. Now, we're not certain to this day whether the cold beer on that frantic hyper body caused immediate death by shock, or if he just drowned. I *must* stress that both I and my roommate are by nature sober, mature, caring individuals. We weren't on drugs; we weren't drunk. We never meant it to end like that. One thing just led to another. Alex "The Exterminator" Cannon Boston University