“This is almost as devastating as the lemonade,” the soldier said last night. “I’ve got a woman who doesn’t like lemonade, she’s never had a tick and now I find out she’s afraid of a mouse!”

We were standing in the kitchen, and I stared.

“You mean to tell me I could put a sting of dead mice right here,” he said pointing at the floor, “I could stand on one side of it and say, booga booga and you’re not going to come across those mice and get me?”

“No. If you put a string of dead mice in front of me, between me and you, I will not come across it. Instead, I will go out the back right there,” I said pointing outside. “I will turn and go in the other direction, find me a man who doesn’t put a string of dead mice in front of me, what do you think of that?” I said with a smirky head cock

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