microbusbrewery
Senior Member
I traveled to Minneapolis last week for work, but before I left I swapped out some kegs in my keezer. Since the new kegs were room temp, I knew the keezer would be running a bit so I pointed an industrial-looking floor fan at it (to help dissipate the heat) before I left on my trip . Fast forward to Friday evening and I go out to the garage to grab something, and I ever so lightly nudged the still running fan with my foot. I hear a "tink, tink, tink" sound and look down to see tiny tufts of hair protruding from the blade guard. This time of year, when the nighttime temperatures start to get colder, I tend to get at least one mouse in my garage. I'd been putting out traps the past couple weeks baited with peanut butter. I'm not sure why, but for some reason this little guy decided to bypass the peanut butter and jump into this whirling guillotine of death which proved to be his ultimate demise. Even though the end result was the same as it would have been had he chosen peanut butter, I couldn't help but feel bad for the little guy. At least it ended quickly...a lot quicker compared to how long it took me to take apart and clean the fan.