Mousetraps are better than both gluetraps and poison. I have had mousies die in the walls and smell, from poison. We remodeled the kitchen, ripped out the sink and found an old mouse's nest with teeny little baby mouse skeletons in it. I felt so awful. And if you've ever dealt with a mouse stuck to a glue trap...

...it's a horrible,horrible slow way to die, for any creature.

Um, and on a completely different note,

Happy Birthday to Raquel and Kathy!

Brynn, holy moly. I never, ever knew this before Googling it six seconds ago, but it's not Wilde. It's Wilde's lover, Lord Alfred (Bosie) Douglas, who in addition to being Wilde's boytoy was a very minor poet who wrote one truly great poem "Two Loves." The final stanza goes:

What is thy name?' He said, 'My name is Love.' 
Then straight the first did turn himself to me 
And cried, 'He lieth, for his name is Shame, 
But I am Love, and I was wont to be 
Alone in this fair garden, till he came 
Unasked by night; I am true Love, I fill 
The hearts of boy and girl with mutual flame.' 
Then sighing, said the other, 'Have thy will, 
I am the love that dare not speak its name.'

(from this website)

ION, OUCH OUCH OW GODDAMNIT MARCH, STEP OFF.

I just got a call from Hec; he's in a local ER with Emmett, who took a hard baseball to the face at very close range, has a blood-gushing broken nose, and never wants to play baseball again, ever.

FUCK YOU, MARCH. HANDS OFF THE BOY, ASSHOLE.

I no longer ever use poison, because of the number of times I've had to deal with dead rats and mice in my house. When you trap them, you know where they are.

Great Stuff works really well, but wear gloves and clothes you don't care about.

Oh JZ, I'm so sorry. That's awful.

Crap. Poor little Emmett!

Ouch! Poor Emmett.

Yikes! Poor Emmett!

Oh no, Emmett! JZ, please let us know how he is, and how poor David is, too. He must just be horribly upset.

Poor Emmett!

{{Emmett, Emmett's nose, Emmett's family!}} Poor thing. But story to tell after the painful part of the memory is gone.