I prefer them fresh but I will eat them. She gave all of us a can. Kind of weird.
Continue the chain and pass it on to the next person?
I had a rotten problem with meeces in one old flat- I had pet meece and wild meece at the same time.
I felt like an awful mouse bigot.
You’re good mouses, you’re pretty so you get snuggles and special food and floofy bedding and even taken to the vet when you get ill; you’re nasty common brown mouses, you don’t get fed, you get trapped and taken away and dumped in the park, if you’re lucky.
They were living in the walls, making a regular supply of baby mouses, and as the walls were shared by at least 5 flats, it was impossible to really do much. I wound up just keeping all the food in mouseproof boxes. Didn’t exactly get rid of them, they just et stuff from the flat upstairs instead for a bit.
It’s hot here today, by local standards, and supposed to remain so all week. It’s quite nice, as it’s not muggy and the nights are reasonably cool, but I already got a bit of sunburn at the weekend, and I’m pretty sick of watering the plants.
I mention some months ago that I rescued a mouse from a cat and took him outside to the garden. As I walked up the porch steps, and looked down and saw him running under the house.
Butters, canned greens could be tossed with scrambled eggs and some sausage. Serve with buttered toast or bread. My husband does something similar with frozen spinach.
My nanny is on vacation with her family this week, so Romeo is home with the kiddos all week doing the dad thing. We’ll see what kind of shape the house is in when I get home. But it’ll be nice to come home to dinner ready for me each night! And I’ll actually be able to get things done at night instead of having him at work all evening while I care for the kiddos. I think he’s making homemade chicken tenders with a delicious creamy dill dipping sauce tonight. And homemade fries. Mmm…
It was 86 yesterday, low 70s today, and then it starts climbing again. Hubby is off for California for work all week. My ribs have finally stopped hurting from the bug I caught 2 weeks ago, and I think I caught something else on the trip last week. Arg.
When we first moved back into the house, the cats caught several mice, but nothing since then. I’m not sure where they were coming in, but they don’t anymore. Good kitties!
I am amazed! 25 posts and we’re still talking about mice?
Usually by this point we’d be talking about Albanian micro-brews or something.
Anyway, I’ve detailed my war against the mouses here before.
Nothing to report from Bumbaberg. No mouses. Also almost no coffee. I foresee a run to the store soon.
The park was several miles away, the other side of the motorway. If it made it back from that, I suspect the journey would have changed it, and it’d no longer really fit in with the other mice anyway.
I’m sure I have mentioned that I think rescuing mice is, well, foolhardy. I’m in Ruble’s camp. If the little vermin make it past the cats, and the dogs that are interested in mice, I will terminate them with prejudice. I might have to talk to Ruble about the best hardware for the job…
We had a mouse in the cafe about this time last year. It was just outside the bathroom for us employees and I chased it in there. I had it cornered, literally, hiding itself under the toiler brush stand. Could just see the tip of it’s tail. I didn’t want to stomp it and get mouse guts on my shoes, so I took a breath and reached down, snagging it by the tail that was exposed. There he was, wiggling as he dangled from my hand. I dropped him in the toilet and flushed, twice, to make sure he couldn’t come back.
Then I spent quite a while scrubbing at my hands.
I’ve been dentaled - all is good in my mouth. Supper has been ingested. Dishes are done. Chillage shall ensue. Yep, it’s been a Moanday!
Howdy Y’all! We have supped and all is well. Da cave is also spiffed and I had a little quality cee-mint pond time. It got cloudy and looked dark off in the distance so I thought we’d get a storm, but instead, bupkis!
Bumba I got yer Albanian Micro-Brew right here! 
Actually pretty good stuff.
Did he have money for a cab?
baker, I inherited the old family pics on both sides and some actually go back to the days of deguerroetypes. I keep them in a firebox and have had digital copies made from the preservation pros so that I can scrapbook them.
sari, I have a feeling that if I had mice, Nelson would be gifting me on a fairly regular basis. When he fetches a toy, he shakes the daylights out of it before bringing it to me. Given that his mother is a rat terrier - chihuahua mix, it doesn’t surprise me.
Irked, came home, laundry is in the dryer, vaccuuming is done and supper is et. I’m off on a staycation next week. While I plan to mostly hang out at the house, a friend and I may trailer the bikes and head to Dragontail for a couple of days.
Ursala Kitteh is playing with a dead bug. Whatever makes her happy.
I believe the proper term for you is bats in the belfry. :o
Do you know her? Is she a customer, or did she just randomly walk in off the street & go, “Here.”?
::Envious::
Mouse story
We had a mouse problem at irk. They dropped a few mouse traps in the orifice, including two between the back of my underdesk filing cabinet & the back of the cube wall as that seemed to be on their route. I come in one Moanday morning, crawl under the desk & see that one has been sprung. I call upstairs to the receptionist to call the building. About an hour later the building engineer comes in & asks if someone has a mouse issue. I raise my hand & he came over to my desk, crawls under & says there’s no problem.
Me: No, it’s behind the file cabinet
BE: ::checks again:: No, none to be cleaned up.
Me: Look again, there were two, one was sprung.
BE: ::looks again:: Nope, nothing to remove, there’s just one.
Me: Get outta the way, lemme look.
Me: WTF! It’s gone!!! :eek:
No one would put their feet on the floor as we thought there was one super strong, bad ass, pissed off mouse walking around w/ a trap on his head. :eek: :eek: :eek:
We found out later that afternoon that the building maint guy came in in the couple of seconds that I got up to use the loo. Because he had placed them, he knew where they were; he came in, grabbed it & left w/o anyone seeing or noticing him. Don’t know why they either both got the ticket or he didn’t close out the request before the engineer grabbed it.
Up the farm we kept a couple .410s for mice outside, in the barn, or other places outside the house. In the house we actually did use a .38 with shot once or twice when we had one too smart for the snap-traps (the glue versions not being invented yet).
Now bats -------- which are kinda like flying rats -------- we left alone until the colony in the barn got so big that they started leaving droppings on the tractors. Then it was time to thin the herd. Our technique was ridge-runner genius. Get a couple kids with BB guns on one side of the barn and a bunch of adults and older kids with shotguns around the corner on the other side. As the bats started to fly out for the night, shoot a BB and thinking it an insect they would go after it ---- bunching them nicely for a couple (dozen sometimes) rounds of 7’s. Repeat a couple times and the tractors remained clean (as tractors get) for another bunch of months.
Some day I am going to track down and order the one t-shirt I saw:
I don’t have ducks
I don’t have rows
I have squirrels
And some of them are drunk.
It was cool outside so I turned off the air and opened the windows.
Now Ripple is goig nuts because it sounds like somebody is setting off fireworks.
Very annoying because I am trying to irk and I am suppose to have a background free of noise.
Usually my son will get him and put him outside, but my son went to bed early.
Many years ago when I was pet sitting one of my clients killed a mouse in the house.
His wife found a nest with six blind, hairless, little baby mice. He wanted to throw them out into the snow, I thought that was a fine idea, but no, his wife decided to try to save the babies.
So everyday when I went to take care of the dogs I had the additional job of filling a little eye dropped with kitten formula and trying to feed little, tiny, hairless, blind mice, which can run surprising fast. I was afraid of drowning them with the formula because they were so tiny, or squishing them because they were so squirmy. Then after feeding them I had to rub their little bums with a damp cotton ball.
None of them survived.
Once we had mice and one of their favorite spots was in a linen closet that back up to a bathroom. There were incompletely covered holes in the back wall due to various plumbing episodes. So we set traps in there.
Lying in bed one night I heard the trap snap. So either we had a dead mouse or one who’d escaped. Lying in bed I heard all kinds of strange noises that wold not stop. So we get up to have a peek armed with our trusty Duke Snider baseball bat.
When I opened the closet door we could see the bottom of the trap. The trap itself was up against the wall. The mouse had been caught by the tail and scampered back into the wall, but the trap wouldn’t fit through the hole.
Had to get the high-shelf grabbers and yank the trap out and dispatch Mickey.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to work. It’s raining.
It’s gonna be one of *those *days. I woke up at 2:30. I’ve been up ever since. dammit.
I needed to gas up the car, so I stopped at the Sheetz where I turn every morning. Now, I think it’s safe to say that the morning commute is one of the busiest times at a convenience store. So it makes perfect sense (???) to have a crew pressure washing the parking lot and gas pump areas during the morning commute, right? I managed to squeeze past the kid who was starting to block off the pumps. I had intended to run inside and get myself some morning sugar, but they lost that dollar! Guess I showed them! 
So, yeah, Happy Tuesday.