Our Ward Mission Leader named our new roommate "Mr. Jingles" and set out traps in hopes to catch it red handed.
And then we waited...
Fast forward three weeks and there has been no trace of Mr Jingles... Until the cantaloupe...
Mice like cantaloupe. Fun fact. A member gave us a couple of them and neither of us really wanted them... not to be ungrateful but they were on the mushy side anyways. So they sat on our kitchen floor waiting for us to throw away. Of course Mr. Jingles decided that would be a really great snack. We came home to cantaloupe juice everywhere, and traces of Mr. Jingles.
We thought we were in the clear, but no such.
Somehow this applies to the gospel. Like, don't think you're in the clear until you've actually caught the mouse. Or get a cat to protect your home from the powers of Satan's mice... I don't know.
I love you all, Have a great week!
Sister Megan Monson