Saturday, November 29, 2008

Hope You're Not Eating Leftovers

News on the Southern Front-















The war is over.

He came limping out right before we left for Thanksgiving, circled a tiny spot in the carpet with a dazed expression, coughed a few tiny convulsive coughs before collapsing and closed his beady little eyes.

God love him, he went for the Oscar.

I felt triumphant and horrible at the same time. I certainly didn't want his poop in my counters and his disease-spreading self on my countertops, but...he was little. And fuzzy. And cute. Was a warm place to sleep and a bit of food to much to give, you heartless beyotch? Of course, this was awaiting us when we got home:

My husband found it in the bathroom. We were spared the death scene, at least.
Me: Eww!
Gary: Here's the broom. Lemme sweep it up.
Me: Wait! I have to get a picture of this for the blog.
Gary: Eww.
Me: There was another one. Gross.
Gary: Of course there was. If you see one, there's always more hiding.
Me: Don't tell me that! I could have still pretended I didn't know!
Gary: (shaking his head) I'm throwing this out.
Now I'm just hoping the family members will think it was natural causes.

7 comments:

Missie said...

So completely Ewwww.

my word verification is "prempard"...for relief of menopausal symptoms.

StarvingWriteNow said...

Have you checked your foundation yet? Is your dryer vent closed off? Those little buggers can get in anywhere.

Nice of him to do the death dance during Thanksgiving--you might forget the turkey, the cranberries no one eats... but you'll remember that Oscar-worthy performance forever.

Robyn said...

He was a worthy opponent.

Beth, I've done what I can. I live in a townhouse that shares a wall with neighbors on both sides. I learned long ago that no matter how hard I try if my neighbors don't do the same, I'm still screwed.

laughingwolf said...

no oscars or other awards, i have zero use for vermin grrrrrrrrrr

Robyn said...

Wolf, it's just this fatal attraction with furry things. Now, bugs- not cute. I can kill them and laugh while I do it.

writtenwyrdd said...

They are very cute. But I slaughter their miserable selves when they're in my kitchen, too. This time of year I always get one or two, because I have a fieldstone foundation and a dirt-floored basement.

Kimber An said...

Hail the victorious warriors!

I once found a whole nest of baby mice asleep on my mother's car engine.

My 18 month old baby once caught a mouse for the cat.

Ah, mice, they make lovely fodder for out-of-work authors.