Ooh, guess what? A cupcake bakery just opened down the block from me. This could get ugly.
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Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
mmmm salty fun
I really think the mousy should leave on his on four scritchy little feet.
It's a hundred year old building that I live in. And they are doing construction. And the cold just hit. A mouse is no shock. (Other than the jumping and screaming)
Ooh, guess what? A cupcake bakery just opened down the block from me. This could get ugly.
Heh. Which is worse? Living within a block of really good pizza, or a cupcake bakery?
I think the pizza is worse, as it's open very late.
Trudy, a friend of mine has this method for dealing with mice: Turn an empty waste basket on its side, place a paper towel with a bit of peanut butter inside it, near the what used to be its bottom. You sit next to it quietly, patiently, for (what she swears is less than half an hour) the mouse to smell the wonderful delicious OMG!peanut butter and come looking for it. The mouse crawls into the waste basket, and you turn it right-side-up. You can then transport the mouse wherever you like.
That sounds easier than the humana trap which is impossible to open and release the little guy.
mmm... cupckaes
mmm.. peanutbutter
but no, not crawling into a garbage can fo r it .
Sure, Andi, but you left out the step where the dog sticks her head in, eats the peanut butter, and drags the can into the other room to use as a chew toy. Not that that happened to me.
You got peanutbutter in my garbage can!
You got a garbage can on my peanut butter!
Heyyyyyy!
WindSparrow's adventures in pizza reminded me that I made my own macaroni and cheese tonight. It was good. I may never do packaged again.