Adventures in Provo Part 1: The mouse in the storage unit...

I realize that I have been a failing blogger as of late, so hopefully in the next few weeks I will be able to catch you up on what's been happening in my life. Highlights include, a dead mouse, the most amazing cake in the world, a camping trip and maybe a some pictures of my nieces (to make you jealous).
Ere, go: The dead dead mouse.
On a hot hot day in July, er, August, I went to get a load of my stuff out of the storage unit in Spanish Fork. It was my 2nd and a half trip, and I had mostly my large tupperware bins left to bring to my apartment in Provo. I grabbed the smaller items that were on the top, and in rearranging Rachel's stuff to get to mine in the far back corner I saw the following:

Sick, right? I don't do dead things. I couldn't, for the life of me make myself tough it out and retrieve the little mouse on my own. I was afraid that it might fall apart, or not be dead, or have maggots. I called my little brother, but he refused to aparate a la Harry Potter to come help me with the nasty mouse. He did offer many useful suggestions, but in the end, I just couldn't make myself do it.
So I did what any self respecting girl would do. I called a friend to call a boy to come take care of the mouse.
My amazing friend Suzy called her ex-home teacher Robert, of BYU's vocal point-it's true, the very one- (if you don't know who vocal point are see the following link: Their cool website.
 (I didn't take the time to switch the picture, so just tilt your head...)
Robert is one of my new favorite people, because he came and took care of the mouse in the storage unit in only a few minutes, and he didn't even know me! The world is full of nice people.
So there's the story.