Unless the mouse had the foresight to use the “tail of the dog” technique.
One point to keep in mind is that humans have evolved a greater tolerance to alcohol than most animals. While other critters will take advantage of naturally-occurring alcohol when they find it, we’re the only ones that routinely and deliberately produce and imbibe it. So they’ll end up even more hammered than we would be, from a proportionate amount of booze.
The applecider doesn’t fall far from the tree.
A classic.
You make a good point, especially about the “proportionate amount of booze.” I think that it’s also important to remember, though, that we tend to be a lot bigger than a lot of animals. Not all, of course, but bigger than the raccoon, who looked like he got into the hard stuff; or the mouse, who passed out after a few sips of beer.
In contrast, I’ll offer the example of my dear old mare, who has long since passed, but she was a terrific horse, and I have many happy memories of our rides together. After a ride, I’d detack her, groom her down, and then it was treat time—typically, an apple and a carrot, which she loved. If it was a horribly hot and humid day, as it could be, she would get an apple and a carrot, but also an extra treat: one cold bottle of beer, which she could put down faster than a frat boy on a Friday night. But to her, it was just a bottle of barley-flavored water. She weighed 1200 pounds, after all, and the amount of alcohol in one bottle of beer did not affect her in the least. Certainly, not like the twenty-pound (I’m guessing) raccoon who got into the hard stuff, or the three-to-four ounce mouse who got into the puddle of beer.
And we’re back to the “proportionate amount of booze.” I don’t know how many beers it would have taken to get my 1200-pound horse totally wasted, and I had no desire to find out. She only ever got the one bottle; I at 160 lbs, would have three, and start to feel it.
I deny ever even visiting Virginia.
Aha, how did you know it was Virginia!? Nobody in this thread even mentioned the state. Busted!
There have been several news articles about this guy. He’s practically a celebrity. More interesting than Britney Spears or a Kardashian.
That is so nice.
They certainly had a hit with the song, and it is alleged that it was written about them and their epic after gig parties, but it was originally written by Tom Paxton.
That was funny. I especially like the “Quiet Piggy” remark.