Tack Shed

 I don't love mice.  I never really have, despite the fact that I end up getting rid of

them.

 I have flushed one down the toilet. 

I accidentally stepped on one--with socks on!

 I have paid my son's friend Shane, to take a trap with a dead mouse on it an to the garbage when they were 6 years old.

This is the grain bin in the tack shed.  There is usually a scoop container sitting in there, so, when I forgetfully stick my arm down into the bin  to scoop grain and I happen to see these little guys up close and personal, I throw whatever happens to be in my hands and run out of the shed.

 I hate it when Alma or Shawn happen to be there.  It's very embarrassing, not to mention it messes with the tough cowgirl thing I have going on.