Ah yes, I remember it well... the Y2k virus as many dubbed it.

A certain person I once knew, who had bachelor of science degrees in electrical engineering and a masters in computer science, was full onboard with the Y2k apocalypse. Jack really was convinced of the coming apocalypse of Y2k. He had already bought hundreds of pounds of whole wheat, rice, and oats. He had several storage barrels full of dried foods. He even bought several cooler bottles of water. He lived in a Winnebago trailer, in case he needed to get the hell out of Dodge, as they say. I made the mistake of allowing him to store all his emergency rations in my attached garage at the time. Across the road was a very large field. With fields and meadows it provides a predictable environment for mice and rodents. The road acted as a barrier between the 'wild' and the manicured lawns on the other side. Soon afterwards I started to have mice problems in the lower level of the house. It didn't take long before I suspected the bags of grain were attracting these vermin. That's when I ordered the food in the garage to either be stored in hermetically sealed drums or it had to be removed. When my Y2k acquaintance went through the bags of grain denying his food stuff was the cause to my mouse infestation, we came across several broken bags of grain all with trail of grain and the mouse turds. He removed all of his Y2k rations in a huff and after that I really never heard from him again. The mouse problem soon ceased afterwards. Y2k came and went without any sign of the much touted apocalypse. Reflecting back, I wondered what became of all of that food stuff Jack had. Realizing 2012 was approaching, I'm sure all of that stuff Jack had was repurposed.

Ah yes, I remember it well... the Y2k virus as many dubbed it.

A certain person I once knew, who had bachelor of science degrees in electrical engineering and a masters in computer science, was full onboard with the Y2k apocalypse. Jack really was convinced of the coming apocalypse of Y2k. He had already bought hundreds of pounds of whole wheat, rice, and oats. He had several storage barrels full of dried foods. He even bought several cooler bottles of water. He lived in a Winnebago trailer in case he needed to get the hell out of Dodge, as they say. I made the mistake of allowing him to store all his emergency rations in my attached garage at the time. Across the road was a very large field. With fields and meadows it provides a predictable environment for mice and rodents. The road acted as a barrier between the 'wild' and the manicured lawns on the other side. Soon afterwards I started to have mice problems in the lower level of the house. It didn't take long before I suspected the bags of grain were attracting these vermin. That's when I ordered the food in the garage to either be stored in hermetically sealed drums or it had to be removed. When my Y2k acquaintance went through the bags of grain denying his food stuff was the cause to my mouse infestation, we came across several broken bags of grain all with trail of grain and the mouse turds. He removed all of his Y2k rations in a huff and after that I really never heard from him again. The mouse problem soon ceased afterwards. Y2k came and went without any sign of the much touted apocalypse. Reflecting back, I wondered what became of all of that food stuff Jack had. Realizing 2012 was approaching, I'm sure all of that stuff Jack had was repurposed.

Ah yes, I remember it well... the Y2k virus as many dubbed it.

A person I once knew, who had bachelor of science degrees in electrical engineering and a masters in computer science was full onboard with the Y2k apocalypse. Jack really was convinced of the coming apocalypse of Y2k. He had already bought hundreds of pounds of whole wheat, rice, and oats. He had several storage barrels full of dried foods. He even bought several cooler bottles of water. He lived in a Winnebago trailer in case he needed to get the hell out of Dodge, as they say. I made the mistake of allowing him to store all his emergency rations in my attached garage at the time. Across the road was a very large field. With fields and meadows it provides a predictable environment for mice and rodents. The road acted as a barrier between the 'wild' and the manicured lawns on the other side. Soon afterwards I started to have mice problems in the lower level of the house. It didn't take long before I suspected the bags of grain were attracting these vermin. That's when I ordered the food in the garage to either be stored in hermetically sealed drums or it had to be removed. When my Y2k acquaintance went through the bags of grain denying his food stuff was the cause to my mouse infestation, we came across several broken bags of grain all with trail of grain and the mouse turds. He removed all of his Y2k rations in a huff and after that I really never heard from him again. The mouse problem soon ceased afterwards. Y2k came and went without any sign of the much touted apocalypse. Reflecting back, I wondered what became of all of that food stuff Jack had. Realizing 2012 was approaching, I'm sure all of that stuff Jack had was repurposed.

Ah yes, I remember it well... the Y2k virus as many dubbed it.

An person I once knew, who had bachelor of science degrees in electrical engineering and a masters in computer science was full onboard with the Y2k apocalypse. Jack really was convinced of the coming apocalypse of Y2k. He had already bought hundreds of pounds of whole wheat, rice, and oats. He had several storage barrels full of dried foods. He even bought several cooler bottles of water. He lived in a Winnebago trailer in case he needed to get the hell out of Dodge, as they say. I made the mistake of allowing him to store all his emergency rations in my attached garage at the time. Across the road was a very large field. With fields and meadows it provides a predictable environment for mice and rodents. The road acted as a barrier between the 'wild' and the manicured lawns on the other side. Soon afterwards I started to have mice problems in the lower level of the house. It didn't take long before I suspected the bags of grain were attracting these vermin. That's when I ordered the food in the garage to either be stored in hermetically sealed drums or it had to be removed. When my Y2k acquaintance went through the bags of grain denying his food stuff was the cause to my mouse infestation, we came across several broken bags of grain all with trail of grain and the mouse turds. He removed all of his Y2k rations in a huff and after that I really never heard from him again. The mouse problem soon ceased afterwards. Y2k came and went without any sign of the much touted apocalypse. Reflecting back, I wondered what became of all of that food stuff Jack had. Realizing 2012 was approaching, I'm sure all of that stuff Jack had was repurposed.