“Hey man, how’d your date with Stacey go?”
“It went fine, I guess.”
“Oh? Something happen?”
“Well, everything was going great, we had a great time at the opera and everything, then we went to her place for drinks.”
“Was her apartment a mess or something?”
“Not exactly, it looked fine and everything at first. We had been drinking a bit, so she excused herself to the bathroom. That’s when I noticed a hole at the bottom of the hallway wall.”
“Like someone kicked it?”
“No, it was an honest to god Tom and Jerry style mouse hole.”
“Odd. So her apartment has a rodent problem?”
“I wish! If it was just a mouse or rat, we wouldn’t be talking about it like this. No, I was watching the hole when a tiny little caveman walked out.”
“A caveman?”
“Yup”
“Wait, what kind are we talking about? Homo Habilis, Erectus, Neanderthal?”
“Judging from the forehead and chin, I’d put money on Cro-Magnon.”
“So what did the miniscule Cro-Magnon do?”
“He looked at me, yelled, then ran under the couch. I asked Stacy about it, and she just said ‘oh yeah, we’ve been having a problem with them’ and we went back to the date like nothing happened.”
“Is this whole thing a deal breaker?”
“Not really, just strange. Anyways, I’m going to see her again next week. Would it be a bad idea to bring mousetraps?”
“I wouldn’t.”