So my brother sold his truck Saturday (finally!). We start it up and move it towards the end of the driveway. Pop the hood and see this foam shit inside the hood. Kind of like.. well, nesting for whatever (fluffy shit).
Next thing we know, this pink thing falls out. No shit, it's a baby mouse. About an inch long, if that. Still living, still breathing.. no fur, a glaze over the eyes. Well, he falls down to the ground. I kick it into the grass (whoops, sorry).
My brother starts digging around with a screw driver and all the other fluffy shit in the hood (he wasn't about to stick his hand up in there). TWO MORE pop out. We kick those to the other side of the driveway (whoops, sorry again).
I guess you can call me a home wrecker now. Because when mom and dad come home, the house they built is no longer there, and if they were to find it, it's about 4 hours north. .
There's my story for the day.. I should take pics. I looked earlier today and the one was still there (dead obviously). I'm suprised the cats around the neighborhood didn't have a BBQ or something.