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tinhuvielThis morning Aunt Tudi had a cow....a great big, corn-fed bovine of the Holstein variety. She looked over at the microwave on top of which she keeps a cup full of doggie treats, and what should she spy but a wee mouse sitting on the edge of the cup, partaking of the canine delicacies.
I believe it's the first mouse we've ever had in our house, excluding of course the poor mouse that Paisley chased into our house in her ongoing efforts to achieve mouse genocide (rodentocide? whatever...). I was able to scoop that one up in a plastic container and take it back outside, mainly because it was addled and not really up to snuff, having had a large cat terrorising it for goddess knows how long.
But this mouse I was unable to capture. Granted, I got about a foot away from it, but it was too wily and swift for me, and it leapt off the counter and behind a cabinet. Aunt Tudi is beside herself. She's currently tearing the house apart looking for the portal through which the mouse entered into our domicile. Oh, and she's horrified that a mouse is even in our house, thinking that it's a sign that we're bad housekeepers. Well...I can be because efforts of a domestic nature just aren't in my blood, but Aunt Tudi is downright anal about the house. I don't think I can convince her that this is not a poor reflection on her efforts, but I know of people who keep their homes so immaculate, I thought I was sitting in a doctor's office waiting room and they had mice.
We have one mouse. One! And now Aunt Tudi is turning the house into a war zone.
On my way back from the nutritionist, I'm going to zip by a store and pick up one of those humane mouse traps. We should be able to get the little critter in that, then I'll bring him to work and drop him off in one of nearby fields. It's all good!
Ah, that reminds me of when I worked at the Ingles deli. Our store manager had bought a mouse for his son to feed to his pet boa and it broke loose in the store. We were all on alert to keep our eyes peeled for the mouse. Well, they didn't tell me what it looked like so, when I saw this little brown and black mouse scurrying alongside the wall in the back room of the deli, I thought I'd found the little bugger. I went right over and scooped it up, then paged the manager. When he got back there, he looked at the mouse, then looked at me in horror. "That's not my mouse. I think you just caught a wild mouse."
HA! Just call me Ace Ventura! I took my break early and transported my little friend to the outdoors, leaving him near a tree with a chunk of cheese and some bread. We never did find the mouse that was destined for snake gullet. I guess it's just as well.
squeeeek squeeeek
I believe it's the first mouse we've ever had in our house, excluding of course the poor mouse that Paisley chased into our house in her ongoing efforts to achieve mouse genocide (rodentocide? whatever...). I was able to scoop that one up in a plastic container and take it back outside, mainly because it was addled and not really up to snuff, having had a large cat terrorising it for goddess knows how long.
But this mouse I was unable to capture. Granted, I got about a foot away from it, but it was too wily and swift for me, and it leapt off the counter and behind a cabinet. Aunt Tudi is beside herself. She's currently tearing the house apart looking for the portal through which the mouse entered into our domicile. Oh, and she's horrified that a mouse is even in our house, thinking that it's a sign that we're bad housekeepers. Well...I can be because efforts of a domestic nature just aren't in my blood, but Aunt Tudi is downright anal about the house. I don't think I can convince her that this is not a poor reflection on her efforts, but I know of people who keep their homes so immaculate, I thought I was sitting in a doctor's office waiting room and they had mice.
We have one mouse. One! And now Aunt Tudi is turning the house into a war zone.
On my way back from the nutritionist, I'm going to zip by a store and pick up one of those humane mouse traps. We should be able to get the little critter in that, then I'll bring him to work and drop him off in one of nearby fields. It's all good!
Ah, that reminds me of when I worked at the Ingles deli. Our store manager had bought a mouse for his son to feed to his pet boa and it broke loose in the store. We were all on alert to keep our eyes peeled for the mouse. Well, they didn't tell me what it looked like so, when I saw this little brown and black mouse scurrying alongside the wall in the back room of the deli, I thought I'd found the little bugger. I went right over and scooped it up, then paged the manager. When he got back there, he looked at the mouse, then looked at me in horror. "That's not my mouse. I think you just caught a wild mouse."
HA! Just call me Ace Ventura! I took my break early and transported my little friend to the outdoors, leaving him near a tree with a chunk of cheese and some bread. We never did find the mouse that was destined for snake gullet. I guess it's just as well.
squeeeek squeeeek
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Date: 2003-12-03 02:31 pm (UTC)Ha ha ha - that made my day!