Wednesday, December 10, 2008

I'm Such A Weenie

So for the past couple of weeks I've been assaulting you with my mouse problems. I've been all MOUSE ON MY COUNTER and I CAN'T KILL IT and GREEN MOUSE POOP EEEWWWW and feeling smug about winning over Mother Nature. Lemony-fresh victory is mine!

Until I was cleaning out some old computer files and found these from some people my Aunt knows in a little bitty town in OK called Watonga:

This woman's kids were playing on the floor in the kitchen last winter. She came in and noticed THIS THING staring at the children.









I should just count my blessings and put up with the mice.

6 comments:

Missie said...

I have a dead one of those hanging above my bed. I get to see it first thing every morning. When I stop to think that my husband was within spitting distance of that huge kitty, it makes my heart stop.

StarvingWriteNow said...

Aww... but the little kitty just wanted to play, Robyn!

Missie, should you be starting out each day by stopping your heart? That doesn't sound like a healthy idea...

Robyn said...

I agree. Heart stoppage is not a good thing.

writtenwyrdd said...

Yes, children look like snacks to a mountain lion.

We get black bear occasionally that will decide they need to enter your house and raid the kitchen. It's the reason only idiots feed them or let them raid the trash. A guy had to shoot one a couple doors down from my office because it was breaking into his house in the middle of the night. You feel bad for the critters, but sometimes you just have to decide in favor of yourself!

Robyn said...

In critter vs. me, I vote me. Everytime.

And bears scare the everloving crap out of me. I see these lunatics at state parks throwing marshmallows and whatnot through their car windows, and then they wonder why the bears break the door.

Kimber An said...

Wow! Those things are dangerous too! Awesome animals though. They've been known to pounce on children from the trees. It's good to have a big, noisy dog if you live in cougar country.

Did I ever tell you about the time I cornered a rat with a shotgun? Goshdarnit, the safety was on when I pulled the trigger and the big, nasty varmint got away.