Also, I think there are mice under my stove. Evidence: My cat brought me a mouse and my cat is staring at the stove. I bought some mouse traps, and a container for the cat foood. I had assumed she chewed the bag.

I think I might have to pull out my stove and look for holes. DO not like.

I am serial posting, but I just did a better job than the professionals of cleaning a stain off my kitchen floor, because I just scraped some stuff off with a razor blade. I think it might have been spaghetti sauce. But now the stain they couldn't get off is gone.

Oh! Remember the flood we had? It was a mouse that chewed through the hose! It's a weird miracle to me that my mother upstairs has mice but I don't.

Also, did I post here that I thought my neighbor was growing weird facial hair for Halloween? It was not! He still has it.

It turned off really cold last week, after coolish temps, and rained for a solid week. The mousies decided they wanted to live somewhere warm and dry--like, with us, and moved in wholesale. There were droppings EVerywhere. Even, at one point a single little love gift on my unmade bed. We bagged up everything edible--we leave bread on top of the microwave, which is where the little buggers found it. Did you know the microwave makes a fantastic breadbox?

We've had a few incursions in past years, and leave traps set in the kitchen cabinets and in my bathroom vanity where one mouse got in there one time, but the trap sits unmolested ever since. This crew never got that far. We replaced the old peanut butter and set more traps, including four in the living room.

Where, as H and I sat watching tv one evening with the lights on, one cocksure little bugger sat licking the peanut butter off the trap *right in front of me* till the trap sprung and got him. We caught four, altogether, and though the traps are all reset and waiting, they seem to have decamped for less treacherous, if soggier, territory.

Good luck eradicating your invasion, Sophia.

one cocksure little bugger sat licking the peanut butter off the trap *right in front of me* till the trap sprung and got him

Karma?

It reminds me of the squirrels here, who will run halfway up a tree when I walk by with the dog (who is straining on the leash to get. the. squirrel) and then turn around and literally glare "Nyah nyah" at the dog, who then quivers with indignation.

Karma?

Nah, just braggadaccio (how many ds and cs are supposed to be in that word?) and comeuppance. And I'm pretty sure squirrels are related to mice at some level.

Rodents always stuntin

I just discovered that I had a tube of Capzasin creme right next to my toothbrush at work. No tragic (or comic, depending on your viewpoint) actions were made.

My assistant and one of my crew are out sick today and probably tomorrow which means nine to midnight days for me. I really hope this ick doesn't last long.

The state of things is that my plans for tomorrow are depended on the Islamic Jihad and IDF (ICYMI: a leader assassination, rockets, more attacks, more rockets, a reported cease fire that should take place sometime... today?, and I plan going to places that are being mildly targeted [I do not plan to go to places that are being heavily targeted]). Living in the Middle East can be really silly sometimes.

Aurelia I really wish you meant 9pm to midnight.

I managed to go dancing! It didn't feel great (I felt uncoordinated, and had some terrible dances along with a few decent ones, before my ankle gave up) but I'm glad I finally went—I kept thinking "oh I should go" but being ensconced on the couch by the time I'd need to leave at night.