On Monday when I got home I decided I had had enough, as the lid could no longer even close on my trash can and so I decided to roll the thing down the hill and deposit the garbage whether there was room or not. I was managing ok rolling this stinking heap down the hill when I felt a small tickle on my right hand and looked down to see a giant field mouse escape from the depths of my trash can, jumping onto my hand then down off my leg before scurrying away into the street. I stopped, cursed, laughed, then proceeded to kick the can a few times and demand to know if any more little fuckers were hiding in there. Satisfied that I heard no squeaks or other movements, I continued, more cautiously this time, to roll the trash can down the hill. Because I was now being more attentive, I immediately saw when the next giant behemoth of a well fed field mouse emerged. I shrieked like an 8 year old girl, threw my hands up, dropping the entire trash can, sending all of the putrid contents spilling out onto the sidewalk, and then clutched myself and writhed in horror as I watched the mouse speed away to safety.
I then collected myself and the garbage and finished the job. The end.