Problems No One Could Predict

I have been hard at work on a parish-wide event I have coming up this weekend. I had a delivery of one hundred bags of popcorn this morning, which is fantastic and saves me a lot of work. I dragged this monster sack of popcorn into my office so the secretary wouldn't be tempted by the smell and figured I would leave it there until Sunday.

Wrong.

The cook came by, saw my sack'o'popcorn and informed me that we have a mouse. Or mice. Apparently the pastor recently decided to cancel our pest control company and while he found the odd dead mouse in the past when pest control was around, he saw a live one running around yesterday. She told me if I left the popcorn sack on the floor, I would have mice lined up at my office door to get their fill.

Not good.

I asked her where I might store it and how well mice could climb. She didn't think putting it up off the ground would help. It's huge, so I really didn't want to drag it home. Her humourous suggestion was to put a note on it for the mice: "Please don't eat this."

The secretary came up with the best idea: lock it in our safe. No mouse should be able to get into an airtight safe (I hope). I can just see the look on the pastor's face when he next opens the safe, spots my giant sack of popcorn and smells the aroma emanating from within.

I'll tell him I didn't trust his confreres not to eat it all, then explain to him it's his fault it's in there in the first place because he cancelled pest control. Problem solved (I hope).