We layed there staring in wonder.  Both of us wondering what it was called and what it was used for.  Either of us could guess. 
      
     “Zach.  What is it?  What do you think it does?”  I asked my cousin as he lies there pondering the questions about the object before us.

        Zach was the coolest cousin I’ve ever had.  We did everything together.  If you saw one you saw the other.  We where the little devils that moms wish they didn’t have, but love them anyway.  Zach and I where always getting in trouble because we where so inquisitive.  We loved to explore and figure out what things where.    

     “ I don’t man.  What do you think it does?”  He asked in return.

     “ Push that little thing, see what if it does anything,” I suggested.

     “ No, you push it.”

      We where always doing stupid things, but neither one of us really wanted to go first.  We usually ended up wrestling for it and whoever won or beat the crap out of the other made the other go first.  So after a little match right there in my grandma’s porch I finally won and I told him he had to go first.  He was disappointed, but he knew he had been beat.  Then to his luck he found another one of these little contraptions.  So we made the deal. We both push on it at the same time.  After careful consideration we chickened out and decided to step on them even though we had no shoes on.

       “One, two, three go,” we said in unison.  SNAP!!!!!  “AAAAHHHH, grandma help!!!!!! HELP!!!!!” we screamed in vain.  As if we where being attacked by animals  “Get them off, get them off.”

         Grandma, came running in thinking that we where being mauled by animals or something.  “What, what is it?  What’s wrong?”  She asked.

          “Get them off!” We yelled pointing at our feet.

            When grandma looked down she burst out laughing.  “You two idiots that’s what you get for stepping on mousetraps,” she clamed between her outbursts of laughter.  Zach and I felt relief when grandma lifted the traps from the tops of our toes.