Science I’M IN UR SOFTWARE GIANT
EATIN’ UR ENERGY BARZ
A friend of mine, who works at a certain Eastside corporation, just sent me this e-mail:
Yesterday morning, I came in my office and noticed what looked like black seeds all over my desk. Further investigation proved them to be Le Doo Doo et Le Feces du MOUSE!
We discovered mouse feces throughout the office as well as gnawed snacks. When a coworker came into work, we told him about our new pal. I warned him that the mouse had gotten into the desks and eaten all the snacks. I said, “If you keep food in your desk, you may want to check it to make sure the mouse didn’t eat it.” About 30 minutes later he came screaming into our office “THE MOUSE IS IN MY DESK! THE MOUSE IS IN MY DESK!” With her babies! Newborn babies! SIX NEWBORN MOUSEY BABIES.
So Astrid, our resident Norwegian, took them out back and SMASHED THEM AGAINST THE GROUND UNTIL THEY DIED.
Later on, during our staff meeting, Papa Mouse came running out to find his family. “Where is my family?” he peeped. Astrid responded by crushing him with the trash can.
And that is what had happened.
What I like about this story (besides everything) is the resident Norwegian, who reminds me of my Norwegian mother. My mom would have killed the shit out of those squeaky baby mice.
Scandinavians don't screw around with hygiene.