You may remember the time the mouse ate the wire to our cruise control? Well, the mice seem to have enjoyed a lovely trip thus far, because they’re still aboard. I hope they enjoyed Oregon, Washington, Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota, Nebraska and now Kansas. I really hope they like Kansas, because this is as far as they’re going. And they’re not mice. They’re pack rats with a hankering for air-conditioning vacuum hoses.
Our mechanic actually thinks that instead of having the same rat along for 5,000 miles, we’re dropping off and picking up new rats whenever we park anywhere for long. If he’s right, there’s a legion of rat hitchhikers out there just waiting to climb aboard and take up the domicile built by their predecessor rats. Think of it as rodent time-shares.
Personally, I’d like to see all the shiny gewgaws they’ve used to decorate the place, which pack rats like to do. It might explain all the missing paperclips. The mechanic /one-man pack-rat eviction team is not so bemused, since he’s the one out there in the 105-degree heat doing demolition.
So in the spirit of everyone who might need a drink, I offer the following recipe, delivered to me in person at Chapters Books in Seward, Nebraska, by the wonderful writer Joy Castro. In honor of the season, it’s called “The Ruby Slipper.” Thanks, Joy.
1/2 oz whiskey (or 1/2 OZ if you want to keep with the theme)
Fill a shot glass 3/4 full of whiskey and top off with grenadine. Fill any large glass with 7-Up. Drop the shot glass into the 7-Up and drink up. Make another one and feed it to your pack rat.
Then think about this: