Did you get any sleep?
Yeah. Fievel let me clean the kitchen in peace, so I figured he wouldn't bother me.
I'm sorry for the family drama, connie. And Nora. FAMILY. Geez.
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Polter-Cow - Nov 06, 2006 6:00:57 am PST #116 of 10004
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Fred Pete - Nov 06, 2006 6:02:52 am PST #117 of 10004
Ann, that's a ferret.
Biofamilies is weird.
Nora Deirdre - Nov 06, 2006 6:04:42 am PST #118 of 10004
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Yeah. Fievel let me clean the kitchen in peace, so I figured he wouldn't bother me.
He likely won't bother you too much. Just don't leave food out where he can get to is. And also know that those little dark crumbs may well be mouse poop. Easy to clean up, but good to be aware.
Connie, I'm sorry. Peace to you and your husband, and sending good vibes that the family gets through this without too much drama.
Connie Neil - Nov 06, 2006 6:07:42 am PST #119 of 10004
brillig
Fievel let me clean the kitchen in peace
Uh oh, you named it. Now it's a pet.
Polter-Cow - Nov 06, 2006 6:08:28 am PST #120 of 10004
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Hee. My BFF named it for me.
sj - Nov 06, 2006 6:10:24 am PST #121 of 10004
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
My sympathy to your husband, Connie. I hope that the drama dies down soon.
beekaytee - Nov 06, 2006 6:17:26 am PST #122 of 10004
Compassionately intolerant
P-C, while they sometimes get the placebo!rap, I've had good luck with the 'sonic' mouse deterents. I live over a store...a store that has thankfully not attracted roaches, but not so thankfully, has been a haven for Fievel's kin. I also managed a b&b that was like Disney for mice...um...anyway. The sonic buzz-boxes have worked for me and they don't bother Bartleby. I can only hear the noise they make if I put one to my ear.
Dealing with the killing of or the disposing of dead rodents (like the one that commited suicide in the fan of my refridgerator a few years ago) is NOT for me.
Not too long ago, I found a glue trap (of the DEVIL) in the office where someone else must have left it yonks ago. Stuck to it was a teeny mouse, wailing away. I nearly died. I marched it down to the vet's office a few doors away and offered to pay to have it euthanized. The staff said that wasn't necessary. A little vegetable oil and the critter would be free. They promised to find it a new home. Now, that may mean that s/he 'went to the country', I dunno. But I just could not let him/her die in agony.
Try the buzzbox!
Amy - Nov 06, 2006 6:22:44 am PST #123 of 10004
Because books.
I'm sorry, connie. Peace to you and your husband.
Aims - Nov 06, 2006 6:34:47 am PST #124 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
{{{Connie}}} Peace and non-drama to you and hubby's family.
brenda m - Nov 06, 2006 6:39:00 am PST #125 of 10004
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I've used a pretty simple and easy method of disposing of dead birds or mice in the past. Step 1, pick up cat. Step 2, lower head end toward unfortunate vermin. Step 3, wait for grasping mechanism to activate, then deposit the entire package, feline and all, outside.
See? Nothing to it. But you do kind of need the specialized equipment.