When I had a cat, I once had to clean up a BAT body! I did not enjoy it. It was actually a cute little mouse, but I can't let this go on, so I think I might try the "never see the mouse" traps. I could put out poison, as I have no pets right now or children, but then, what happens to the body. Does it just rot in your wall?
The worst mouse experience I had was accidentally stepping on a mouse and crushing its skull in the costume storage area> My students had to clean it up, because I felt so bad!
My day started with my husband waking me up and telling me that last night, when we put gas in my car, he left the gas cap off, and asking if I could drive by the gas station this morning and look for it.
I did not find it at the gas station, but inside, they had two random gas caps other people had left behind, so I took one of those.
Work, so far:
- Tech support in Malaysia dumped me
- Local tech support has been predictably non-helpful
- Since Wednesday, people have sent me three different revisions of a document I'm working on, without any indication of how changes might overlap
- An e-mail from a muckety-muck implies that I will be speaking with a content expert today, despite the fact that said content expert has not returned any of my calls
- The circuit on which half of the office computers run blew, meaning that I lost several minutes of work reconciling the changes in those stupid revisions
I'm telling you, I think the circus might be the way to go.
Apparently, I grew up with JZ, was named Rebecca, a whole ocean and language away from home, because at that age I would totally play make-believe and pretend doors led to other places.
One of the Improv companies I'm in is called Falling Anvil. I'm going to pretend we named it just for you.
Um, yay?
Found a writeup of the study: [link]
My BiL took some clowning classes at Humboldt. He did not join the circus, however, though they are running a theater these days which is sort of similar.
Kristin - or maybe everyone talking about the laugh track made you hyper aware of it.
But I was the one who brought it up! Weird. Anyway, I'm not here.
t poof!
I had a philosophy professor at Marquette who was a clown on the side (he specialized in going to children's hospitals). He went to Clown College in Florida, and said it really taught him a lot. He was the only Jesuit clown I knew of--well, a REAL clown, not a metaphorical one.
I met a guy who dropped out of his bio major to go to circus school.
One of my dad's former students became a juggler & clown or something in the circus.
sarameg, perhaps DebetEsse can fix your "hairdryer" for you.
I don't think there's any way - short of moving to Antarctica - of ridding yourself of mice neatly. Old-fashioned traps may be the least offensive - the D-Con bait things kill the mice and you usually don't SEE the bodies ... but if they die in the wall, you have to live with the smell. Glue traps are cruel and don't work well. They also occasionally trap pets (I have a story about my sister's cat). And cats themselves do tend to leave, um, evidence (CSI: Rodent, anyone?).
I would love circus school, but I have no discernible circus skills.
It was freezing at school today so I went and got a space heater for the room I'm in. This is my third space heater purchase of the year and I fear I have one more to go.
Um, yay?
Yes Yay!
I love your anvillyness. Its part of what makes you fun.
