it runs in the family...

so, just so nobody thinks i'm some sort of freak of nature, i'm on the phone with my sister right now. she said, "my van smells like a head shop." and i said, "at least it doesn't smell like mice." and she said, "that's why it smells like a head shop -- to cover up the petting zoo smell!"

let me explain. my sis has a pet snake. yeah. a pet snake. named basil. so, basil eats mice. a couple of weeks ago caitlin and her boyfriend went to the pet store to get a couple of mice-meals for basil. on the way home, the mice chewed through the paper bag they were in and got loose in her van. and despite her better efforts, caitlin has yet to find them and get them out of the van. she did see one of them in the ashtray one day, with its little white tail sticking out. but she couldn't grab a hold of him. silly mouse.

while i've never had mice running around loose in a vehicle of mine, that's definitely the kind of story that would be consistent with emily-ville. like sister, like sister, i suppose. god, i love that kid!