May 22nd, 2007


And the Yuck Keeps Coming

As I said, I'm tolerant of the natural order of things. While not fond of spiders, I admire their work and their qualities. I also admire the killing machines inhabiting my house called by their domestic name, "cat."

What I do not admire is a half-eaten mouse body left outside the bedroom door (on the carpet) to be found in the morning when I haven't been sufficiently caffeinated. Is this the mouse under the stove or another? I have no idea and I'm not sure I want the household killing machines to provide an explanation. Just as I really don't want to investigate what sounded like 'death squeals' in the crawl space over my office. That would presumably be a snake killing a mouse. I like snakes as a rule, but I hesitate to go crawling about in an attic looking for either a mouse nest (or several) or a snake (or two). It was bad enough two years ago when we heard them slithering along the ceiling and the Dude went up to find a couple of snakes intertwined and up to, well, Snake Sex.

Now about that mouse under the might ask (or not) how I know there's one under there. On Saturday, G was working on our new deck boards and E came out to show him a mouse she was holding by the tail. One of the cats had presented it to her, Rainbow Tom as a matter of fact, and E was very proud of him. G does not do snakes or mice, so he went and got the Dude. In the transference of the mouse by its tail between E and the Dude, it became evident that when you drop a mouse on the floor it might still be alive. And it might run under the stove.

So this half-eaten delight could have been the mouse under the stove. One can only hope. Or it could have been a new mouse brought in from outside. At this time of year, I have a tendency to leave the door open for cats to wander in and out. Otherwise, they drive me nuts asking me to open the door so they can wander in and out.

Frog Out

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