Last night there was mouse silence in this house. I kept waking up wondering what the noise was, and then I realized: mouselessness.
I imagine them huddled on one side of the crawlspace, quietly constructing a trebuchet, which they'll soon roll along a rafter toward the repellent machine. There'll be the creak-creak of tiny mouse weaponry wheels, a pause as they load a flaming hunk of insulation, and then Studio 54 will attempt to fling open its rodentia doors. In me, however, they have met their match.
In other battle news, the date of my divorve has been adjourned for a week. And now my still-but-not-for-long-husband has become obsessed with one financial detail, thus threatening to scrap the entire agreement. He's said he wants to go back to square one, at which point, if I recall correctly, I had very few of my wits about me. I've got them all with me now, though. And then some.
I read almost all of your blog from start to finish yesterday evening. Which either says something about the quality of your writing or my OCD, I'm not sure which... Nah! It's your writing. Excellent.
Having been through my own divorce (he wanted out, but still dragged his heels when it came to having anything on paper and "binding") I so remember this stage. Back to square one, huh?
Enlist the help of those mice and turn the trebuchet on him!
Posted by: Dawn | January 25, 2007 at 10:26 PM
We had meeces in the garage, but not the house, fortunately. I live-trapped a dozen in one weekend, releasing them all miles away. Birdseed is perfect bait.
Problem seems solved... once I bunged up a small hole in the drywall that they could still get in through.
And one of them, I released on a snowy field near some trees. Turned around to see if I could still see him running away, and SWOOP! a red-tailed hawk picked him off and retreated to a nearby tree for lunch. Serves the little rodent right.
I agree with Dawn, great blog!
Ricardipus, visiting via Dawn's comments box.
Posted by: Ricardipus | January 27, 2007 at 09:21 AM