Little ummm... friends?

So Monday I had my mom watch the boys so I could go and finally register the van and get my Utah Drivers license. So I get in the van and think to myself "I better check and make sure the insurance card and registration are in the glove box." So then I opened the glove box and I see a small pile of shredded paper and what was formerly a maxi-pad. I thought to myself "huh that's weird. That almost looks like a nest." Thats when the mouse climbed out of the nest and on to the hand that I was holding the glove box with!!!!!!!!

Obviously I started screaming and had to get out of the van and dance around hysterically. No really I was hysterical. I was half laughing, half crying, half screaming, half gagging, and half cringing. Okay so really that would make me a fifth crying a fifth laughing and so on but you get the idea.

Just ask my sister I called her because Chad wouldn't pick up his phone. I'm driving down the road on my way to the DMV when my sister points out the fact that I have to open the glove box again and get the registration out. That's when I drove back to my parent's. So after a beating to the glove box to make sure the mouse crawled back into the engine compartment and numerous freak outs later I got it all out. As of right now there is a sticky trap in the glove box, but I'm not sure how effective that's going to be. At least I know it can't actually get into the car, just the glove box. ICK ICK ICK

P.S. It's dead! It got caught on the sticky trap. Chad, being the manly man that he is, got rid of it for me.