A Mouse the Size of a Tyrannasaurus Rex!!

Hey, how do you all like this?? Two posts in two days...I'm on a roll!!

First and foremost let me start off my saying that I absolutely one hundred and fifty percent HATE mice and rats!! I mean I seriously can not stand them. I really would not be the least bit upset if all the mice and rats in this world wound up dead tomorrow morning. I know they are one of God's creatures, but I want nothing to do with them. To be honest I would rather have a snake crawl a crossed my face then have a mouse or rat be within 10 feet of me. I have no idea or can even begin to fathom how or why people think mice are cute. There is nothing cute about them! I mean the thought of their stubby little tail, sharp little claws, and their beady little eyes is just too much for me. I mean I'm seriously breaking out into little hives on my chest just thinking about them. YUCK!!!


Now on to the post....Do you all remember the post from last year when I went to the cemetery to see Shawn and ended up waist deep in a pile of snow? Well, if not follow the link to the post, I'm about certain many of you will end up laughing at me.
http://taleoftwocoins.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-might-make-you-laugh.html
Well, it turns out I got myself into another winter related cemetery experience yesterday. I thought I'd share this with you all, because well I share everything with you all, and mainly I think once again you all are going to get a good laugh.

Okay, so yesterday it was in the mid 50's here. The sun was shining bright and it was a gorgeous day and all the snow was melting so I knew there was no way possible that I was going to get stuck in a pile of snow again this year. So as I was driving home from the gym I decided to go to the cemetery since I hadn't been there in a while. I used to go the cemetery every other day, then once a week, every other week, and then once a month. However, I haven't been out there since Christmas, so I figured it was time to go. Plus I got thinking to myself that it is about time to take the grave blanket off of Shawn's grave. I figured I would kill two mice, oops I mean two birds with one stone and go visit Shawn and take the grave blanket off at the same time. Instead of crawling through or over snow banks like I did last year I slipped and slided in massive amounts of mud from all the snow melting...but it was all good. I went to Shawn's grave and talked to him for a little bit. It actually felt kind of good to be there with him since it had been so long since I was last there.

Anyways, after I was there for a while I decided I should pick up the grave blanket and put it in my car. I stupidly thought that I would just be able to pick it up by the handle and be on my merry little way. I was wrong. Seemed to be it was actually frozen into the ground. Great! Well, me being me and being a little on the stubborn side I was bound and determined to wiggle the thing free from the frozen earth. I walked around all four sides and wiggled it from the ice and snow as I went. I got both the top and the bottom to lift up and figured I was doing good. Then I went to the left side and tried to wiggle that free. However, it just wasn't budging and I could see where the base was actually covered in about an inch of ice. I gave up on that side and walked around to the other. I kicked around the edge and realized that I was moving it. I tried to pick it up, but it was still stuck. At this point I was starting to get a little irritated, but like I said I'm stubborn and wanted to take the grave blanket off and I didn't want anyone to help me do it. After all in a year and a half I've learned to become pretty independent, and well, I wanted to un-stick this damn thing on my own! As I'm standing there I'm thinking to myself...."self, you go to the gym every single day, you just bench pressed 80 pounds today, you can surely pick up an 8 pound grave blanket that is stuck in a little ice." Yes, those were the exact thoughts going through my head.

Alright, so I finally get the top, the bottom and the one edge free from the ice. So I go over to the side that is still very firmly implanted in the ground. I tried everything, but the damn thing would not even budge. Pissed as all hell I walk around to the other edge and figure that if I squat down and just lift up I will be able to flip it over and un-stick it that way. Keep in mind the entire time I'm doing this I'm having a full fledged conversation with Shawn. So I assume the squat position and prepare to simply lift up. I pick up the one edge and all of a sudden I hear the smallest little squeak ever. For some reason unknown to me I think nothing of this little squeak. I actually just thought it was the wet soggy wood rubbing against the styrofoam on the platform that holds the grave blanket. So I get into the squatting position one more time and lift up totally expecting the grave blanket to come free. WRONG!!! As I lifted up the three free edges came up (as was planned) but also TWO mice came running out from underneath it as well. Did you read that correctly...TWO mice not one came running out at me! Once of them even crawled up onto my hand!!!! I swear to you one of them was the size of a Tyrannosaurus Rex and the other was the size of a small horse. They were the biggest mice I had ever seen!!! I instantly started screaming, yelling, jumping up and down and flailing my arms around. I mean a mouse...a large mouse had JUST CRAWLED ON MY HAND!!! God, it was just awful!! As I'm jumping around acting like a total lunatic I'm actually yelling and telling Shawn that it was not funny and that he had better not be laughing at me from Heaven.

With all that the damn fourth edge never did come free from the ice! At that moment I decided to cave and not be so stubborn! I figured my Dad or someone other than me...who is not deathly scared of mice could go and free up the other edge and bring the grave blanket back home. God only knows how many other mice are living under there. Seriously, the thought of that makes my skin crawl!!! Even worse...what would have happened had I got the grave blanket up and put it in my car....mice would be crawling around IN MY CAR!!! I just could not even begin to handle that!!! Okay, I need to stop talking about this because I'm starting to get all rashy again.

Okay, okay, I have a confession to make...the mice weren't really the size of a T-Rex and a small horse. I maybe exaggerating a tad. I would say they were more the size of a Grizzly Bear and a large dog. Seriously, the were the biggest mice I had EVER seen!!