The week after Labor Day Adam and I headed to Bear Lake. I have always wanted to bike around the lake and it was finally my chance. However, this was also the first time that I have ever been up to Bear Lake on my own. It was just us, and I can't tell you how weird it was not to have fifty billion people up there with us. But, we still had a blast just the two of us. As you can see I got a sweet farmer tan from my biking jersey...

The ride was stupendous for about the first 26 miles. We stopped halfway around the lake and found that Adam had a slow leak, I mean Adam's tire had a slow leak... Which I then turned into a completely flat tire by trying to fix it with our pathetic hand pump... which I might add we had already pretty much ruined on an earlier ride by exploding a CO2 cartridge. Needless to say we weren't very well equipped with the fixins, but thankfully a car drove by that was following a group of bikers and had a normal pump. Which we dutifully used and headed on our way - quite thankful that one of us didn't have to ride the last 26 miles alone while the other one waited for 2 or more hours sitting on the side of the road.
It wasn't long into the second half of our ride that I noticed a group of cows on the side of the road. I started to moo my best moo before noticing that there was also a group of 8-10 men standing off to the side of the cows that I was mooing at. I couldn't stop laughing as all of the men turned in unison to see who in the heck was mooing at there cows.
We finally made it back to the condos - 52 miles in just under 3 hours - which doesn't include the hour we sat on the side of the road trying to figure out what to do with Adam's flat tire. We felt pretty good about our time considering we hadn't ridden our bikes for over a month previously.
After eating burgers and shakes from LaBeau's to celebrate our accomplishment we decided to go swimming, play a little tennis and head out for a walk on the beach. Tennis was a disaster because I was too tired to want to really try to get to the ball and I was losing so badly, Adam has no problem completely demolishing me in sports. However we had a lovely walk on the beach, setting up self-timer to document our summer visit. I didn't even notice that the bucket was in the shot, but I think it adds a nice artistic touch... haha.
That night we decided to watch TV. As we were cuddled up on the couch all of a sudden Adam yells OUCH!! and jumps up. He explained quite calmly to me that he had felt like something bit his elbow. I assured him that it was simply just the zipper of the couch that he rubbed against. There was no evidence of a bite or anything so he sat back down and we continued watching TV.
About an hour later as I was half asleep I felt a nibble on my hand. I jumped up and screamed. "Something just bit my freaking hand." Adam was almost as quick as I was to get off the couch. I immediately ran to the nearest chair and stood on top of it. "There is something in the couch." There was no way that I could have gotten bit and Adam felt it too without there being something.
We quickly packed up all of our stuff that was on the floor and prepared for war. I stood on the chair yelling directions like a army commander while Adam told me to be quiet...haha. He shot to the couch like a flash and threw off the pillows. NOTHING. There was nothing there. I couldn't take it. There was no way in this world or the next that I was going to get on that couch again. So we went to bed.
All night long I dreamt of squirrels attacking my feet. I woke Adam up by yelling in my sleep that something was biting my toes. He pulled off the covers and assured me that nothing was there, but I was inconsolable. It was a long night.
The next morning I sneakily crept out of our room into the kitchen area to watch and see if I could spot anything. Sure enough a little black rodent ran from the couch over to the fridge. "I saw it, I saw it!!!" I ran back to Adam and informed him of my discovery. It was time to take action.
Being the end of the summer season, we knew we needed to take care of the little pest before he invited his friends and family to take over our condo for the winter. After church we stopped by the KOA in Garden City and picked up a trap. However, they did not have the normal traps, but instead just the sticky glue sheets. We were skeptical as to whether or not it would work, but it was our only option.
Adam went in to set the traps and saw the furry critter by the back door. He strategically placed the traps where in both locations that we had spotted the mouse. We were hopeful the traps would work.
After everything was set, Adam and I sat by the doorway watching the family room/ kitchen area. Sure enough the little mouse came scurrying out. I don't know what this mouse's mental capacity was, but if you could see and hear people wouldn't you not want to come out and get killed? Seriously, what kind of mouse climbs up on a couch and bites people?
The little guy scurried away again, and Adam went next door to get cleaning supplies while I was doing dishes in the kitchen. Next thing I know I turn around and there is the little mouse again right next to the glue sheet. He sniffed around curiously, nibbled at the edge of the sheet and proceeded to run back under the couch.
Adam came back in and we stood in the doorway once more. The mouse came out from under the sofa and started coming toward us. I got scared and yelled at Adam to scare him away so he didn't come toward me. My yell scared the mouse and he went running - right over the glue pad. He fell. Little legs stuck fast to the glue. He wasn't going anywhere.
I'll spare you the details, but we caught our overly friendly nibbling mouse and discarded him. I don't suggest using glue pads - some people may say they are more humane by not using poison or other methods, but I can assure you that this method of death was worse, much worse.
However, next time you go to Bear Lake you can rest assured that there is one less mouse to nibble at your feet.