The bachelor, the hunter, and my storied history...
I'm a bachelor for a few days while Heidi is gone for the Women's Retreat. While the cat's away, the mice will play.
Oh, speaking of mice, one of my projects while Heidi is gone is to hunt down a mouse that has been using our silverware drawer as its restroom. She cleaned out the whole drawer before she left and said, "Get to Meijer, get some traps, and get the mouse before I get back home!" Yes, babe.
Hunting mice is one of my favorite hobbies. There is something about looking for droppings, tracking their whereabouts, setting the trap and checking it when you get home that makes me feel like I'm an old trapper from the 1800's or something. Or better, like a cattle rancher trying to catch that darn wolf that keeps picking off beef cows in his helpless herd. The rush of hearing that snap or opening that drawer and seeing your prey caught in the act is invigorating. (I'm exposing how unmanly my job is as a pastor, aren't I?)
For those who've know me a while, this reminds me of a "Mouse hunting" story from yesteryear. I thought I'd repost it in hopes that the next couple days will lead to the same bounty hunting exploits. Enjoy my trip down memory lane to the year 2005!