How 'Tom and Jerry' Wrecked My Home as a Kid

So I was making plans to catch Tom and Jerry in theaters with my close friend during spring break, and it made me think back to a ridiculous childhood incident about how Tom and Jerry wrecked my home as a child. Or rather, how I wrecked my home under the influence of Tom and Jerry.

When I was about two, my family moved into a duplex around the downtown Kansas City area. This is the house I would grow up in. Many a evening was spent here playing games or watching cartoons, one of my favorites being 'Tom and Jerry'.

Mostly because I thought Jerry Mouse was adorable. Did anyone else think Jerry was cute?

I would always put Jerry into my roleplaying. Jerry was my hero (...until he became the villain...)

I wanted to have a mouse friend like Jerry so I made up a bunch of imaginary friends that were mice. And all of them looked just like Jerry.

Course I had to give my imaginary friends a home. There was a crack in the wall, so using some tools, I opened it and made it wide enough to look like a mouse hole. I had made a hole in the wall and fashioned that as the mouse hole for my imaginary mice friends.

Then I had to keep them well-fed. So I would take pieces of food, mostly cheese, but also other goodies, and I would put them inside of the mouse hole I made. I was such a great friend to my mice. I kept this up for weeks! In my head, I could imagine the imaginary mice getting out of the hole, eating the food, and heading back inside the hole after thanking me for the food.

But imagine my surprise one day, when I saw a REAL mouse get out of the hole, eat the food, and head back inside (he didn't thank me though. Rude...)

What had I done?! I had pretended to have a bunch of mice around the house, and now, there actually were mice around the house!!

Now there were a bunch of mice around the house. We had to poison them. I finally got my wish of having mice friends, and the first thing I do is poison them to death. Am I a toxic friend,,,?

It's all good, though. After the incident, I made myself a new imaginary friend. And I was the best pal this imaginary friend could have... until the day I shot him in the chest and buried his body.

But that's a story for another blog post...