The Boyfriend just called me at work.
TB: I have a mouse in my car.
Me: You have a what in your where?!
TB: I got in my car this morning and noticed pellets on my dashboard. I immediately knew "something" had gotten in.
(Note: The Boyfriend is a country boy - hence knowing that "something" had left the pellets)
TB: I cleaned out the car, vacuumed it and the little bastard is still there.
Me: Still? He didn't vacate after you started the car?
TB: Nope, I thought the vacuuming would have done the trick. I was driving down the road afterwards when a speedy ball of brown fluff flew out from under the passenger seat. Ralph is sneaky.
Me: Ralph? As in The Mouse And The Motorcycle by Beverly Cleary?
Me: Oh honey! A literary allusion! I'm so proud ::wiping tears::
TB: I thought you'd like that.
(Note: The Boyfriend doesn't read. Oh he can read, he just doesn't. Much to my dismay.)
Me: So what now?
TB: I've laid traps. Assuming I catch him, I'll take my car in to get detailed and the carpets shampooed. Oh, and I'll keep my car a lot cleaner from now on.
Me: Good idea.
Update: Ralph has passed on to the Great Car Condo in the sky. The Boyfriend bated a trap with what attracted him in the first place - granola bars. Also, while I was impressed with his allusion to Ralph - since our mouse was in a car and not on a motorcycle, we figured Stuart Little would have been a more apt name. But as the The Boyfriend told me, "I read The Mouse and the Motorcycle as a kid and loved it."