If you follow me on Twitter, I might have mentioned something about mice and racing and how I would fill you in on the underbelly of the operation. (Are you scared? Do you feel like you’re about to read some investigative report on mice racing?)
Basically, mice racing are exactly how it sounds. Racing Mice.
There is a six level shelf system incased in glass with a door on one end and small hole on the other. The handler (we shall this day forward call him Mouse Man) puts a mouse in each door on each shelf but barricades them in with a piece of wood. When the “on your mark, get set, GO!” sounds, he pulls the wooden barricade and the mice race to the other end.
Or that’s the idea. Sometimes they just sit there at the start and other times they get stuck in the middle. They’re mice. Who knows what goes on in their little heads and personally, they have got to be bored out of their minds to run along a shelf all the time. If they do get stuck,MM sticks a feather duster through the hole to shoe them back to start.
Why did I attend such a high impact, keep you on the edge of your seat event?
It was a fundraiser. And an excuse to consume large amounts of alcohol on school property.
I know what you’re thinking.
Why? Why Jennifer? Please tell us why, because to a sober person a racing mouse sounds absolutely pointless.
But you missed the part about it being a fundraiser. For the kids. And really, isn’t it worth the endless supply of canned beer, party mix in Styrofoam bowls, thermoses of New Orleans’s Hurricanes and dips consisting of bacon just as long as the “kids” get the money?
My answer: ABSOLUTELY!!!!
What better way to spend the night, without the aforementioned kids.
So raise your glasses, or coffee mugs, and give three cheers for Mouse Racing!
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!