On the upside, I'm not sure I've ever seen Bastet so happy.

All other toys will forever pale in comparison.

::Chu-SQUEAL-nk::

Okay, ew. That was a bit more evocative than I was prepared for.

OMG.

The Golden One has filtered me.

Gus, I think you must have filtered yourself. What's with the filter paranoia?

msbelle, the girl on CSI was the daughter of the guy who kidnapped Nicky in last season's finale and buried him in a booby-trapped coffin. It was revenge for the CSI lab's work being responsible for convicting his daughter on DNA evidence of murder, when she was merely a bystander. After he was rescued, Nick went to visit the girl in jail. She seemed gratified that he'd been made to suffer. So I don't know how to take her news that she "thought about" what he'd told her: when she got out of jail, not to take the bitterness with her.

A friend of ours grew up in Wilmington; he and his brother hunted and fished in the swamps and wetlands. One of the things both of them hated more than anything else was cottonmouth moccasin snakes. Ill-tempered and slow-moving, they're easy to step on and quick to take offense. So the boys let no opportunity pass to rid the world of another cottonmouth. They were out in the boat one day, on the way to a favorite hunting spot, when a moccasin fell off an overhanging branch, into the boat. The brother grabbed the shotgun, stood and blew the snake to kingdom come in less time than it takes to tell about it.

...glub, glub, glub...

Off to bed. Sweet weremonkey dreams.

no one filtes Gus... they all just head off to their...bunks.

I think beating them with a shovel is an effective way to kill a mouse. FTR, whenever I have encountered a half dead mouse and the cat whose half killed it, I usually leave them alone so the job can be finished. Fully alive mice are rescued and walked a considerable distance from my house and let go.

So I just tried to shovel my walk, but the locks to both doors of the laundry room (where the shovels are) have ice in them. My neighbor is out shovelling right now, so I am going to borrow his shovel when he is done.

I'm tempted to nickname Emily "Death of Mice"... or maybe that should be Bast's new name. At least she has fulfilled her feline purpose now, and can honestly meow "Today I am a CAT!"

No mice here. Only gronkliness.

Hi, all. TomW and I were able to get back to Salem in one piece, and more importantly, celebrated with beer and fried food immediately. Tom had to wait for an hour for a train going to Salem, which, considering he was 1 stop and 2 miles away, was vexing. Also we realized he needs new boots, a new winter jacket, and a cell phone.

I was stuck outside of Chelsea for an hour and a half while accident paperwork was filled out and 2 other trains that left after us passed us by. Also vexing.

We have to get the car this morning and I have to write a paper and then decide if we will drive or train into Somerville this evening...