Dear Mice: This is War

Yes, that is my rear end with a mouse trap attached to it.

Last night, before vacuuming our guest bathroom, I took everything off the floor: trash can, scale, magazine basket, and mouse traps, and set them on the counter. We have a bit of a problem with the furry pests, and they visit the guest bathroom often, so we have three traps in there. Now, you have to realize how teeny tiny this bathroom is - so it makes for quite tight quarters while cleaning; more specifically, while vacuuming.

So I'm crammed in there, with my back to the counter, trying to manuever my hoover and WHACK!

That's right - I got my butt a little too close to one of the traps I had so carefully placed on the counter (so as not to set it off, ironically enough).

The funny thing is, much as it stung, the first thing I thought was "Get the camera! You've got to blog about this!" I'm pretty sure that's because Tyler wasn't home to share in the humor of my predicament - he would never have believed me.
So I waddled very carefully into the office to get the camera and proceeded to twist myself into a number of positions, trying to get the right angle. You know, I think this is the first time I've taken a picture of my butt. And probably the last - I almost backed out of the blogging idea once I realized what exactly I was doing: posting a picture of what I normally try NOT to draw attention to, for all of cyberspace to see. Not something I would have ever considered, lest it be for a lofty cause such as giving someone else a reason to smile. So you better be at least smiling. Please, don't allow my butt-posting to be in vain.

And yes, I had a teeny, tiny little welt where the sucker bit me. No, you don't get to see it.

Girl's gotta draw the line somwhere.