Now They're Drinking My Pepsi, Too

I didn't blog about the mouse that ate my Doritos, mostly because I'm trying to keep the blog posts without pictures to a minimum, and, well, I felt it would be in bad taste to include one. Even though I totally could've taken one.

It all started a few weeks ago when The Oldest was having a friend over. The friend was going to be here for dinner, and being the cool Mom that I am, I decided we'd have pizza for dinner. (Because it's one of the few things I can make myself, and Hot Husband had to work late that evening.) So I dragged the kids out to the grocery store to pick up the stuff we needed, and I happened to see that Doritos were on sale. 3 for $10. Nothing goes with pizza like Doritos, so we picked out 3 bags. And some Pepsi.

About a week later we were looking for football munchies, and I remembered there were still 2 bags of Doritos left in the butler's pantry, so I went and grabbed one. We'd been munching for more than a few minutes when I realized that something had chewed through the bag. Further investigation revealed that the other bag had been chewed through as well. I couldn't decide if I was more angry that I'd been eating out of one of the bags, or that I had to throw away almost $7 worth of my favorite chips. I was not a happy camper.

I kid you not, the very next morning I headed into the guest bath and found a dead mouse floating in the toilet! True story. I can't make this stuff up, people! I have no idea how it could've gotten in there, but I was happy to let him know that what goes around, comes around. The whole thing's kind of a mystery. If he could get himself into the toilet, why couldn't he get himself out? Why was he in there in the first place? Was he thirsty after eating all of our chips? Did he just want to go for a swim?

The incident was mostly forgotten about until yesterday. I was in the kitchen when Hot Husband went out to the garage to put away empty bottles and can's that need to be returned. I heard "Hon, come and see this." There, lying belly-up in the midst of a bunch of Pepsi cans, was another dead mouse. Once again, I've refrained from taking a picture, lest my reader's start to think I'm some sort of freak. I'm not, but I can tell you it's one of the most hilarious sights I've ever seen. He looks so peaceful, like he's just thankful he had a drink of Pepsi before it was his time to go.

It doesn't solve the bigger question, though. Why are our mice suicidal?