Beach Mouse

Here is how you can tell I'm a bad person.

We were sitting on a relatively empty beach at Lake Erie last month. From the corner of my eye, I saw something skittering along the sand. By time I realized it was the little mouse in the picture above, it had jumped onto a blanket of an unsuspecting family enjoying themselves under the sun.

"Watch this," I said to Nicole. "This is going to be funny."

Within a few seconds, the family jolted up, bouncing away from the blanket, kicking over the typical props one has at the beach. The mouse, unhappy with this reaction, charged back off from whence it came.

Me, I just sat laughing and laughing, much to the dirty looks of the people who were spooked by the little guy.

I suppose a better person would have called the mouse to their attention before the mouse did. I'm sure a better person, even if he or she found the situation amusing, might have worked a little harder than I did to hide the hysterical laughing.

However, I'm not sure a better person would have snapped a picture of the mouse eating an Oreo, so I guess it all evens out.