Bob is an idiot, Part Two

When it rains, it pours. Diane informed me that we have some mice in our house, so I went to the garage to get several mouse traps left over from years past. It seems that these varmints had been busy stealing the food from my son Kevin’s dog’s bowls and transferring it, piece by piece, forming a small mound of pilfered Kibbles and Bits in the back of one of our kitchen cupboards. Got to put an end to this criminal activity as soon as possible.
Abandoning any caution whatsoever, I began to bait the old school mouse trap with peanut butter. Some of you might be getting the vibe of what came next. You guessed it. The trap exploded in my hand as I was setting it down, slashing a pretty good canyon on my wrist.
Stitches time for Bobby.
Diane and I got in the car to drive to the Urgent Care not too far from our house. We called ahead to make sure it was open. It was, but because of the Corona Virus thing, we had to call the Covid-19 helpline to be cleared to enter a non Virus facility because my son who is visiting us had just taken the virus test.
I was cleared to go to the next step. The whole Urgent Care system has been changed. You call and complete a registration sequence over the phone, then wait in your car outside the building until they call you and meet you at the door, unlocking the clinic to let one patient in at a time.
They fixed me up, stitches, tetanus shot, the works. Thank the good lord for Medicare! Good as new, except for the cancellation of golf and ukulele for several days.

Not a great day so far. I can’t wait to find out what the afternoon has to offer.