I saw the not-rat. It was a mouse (I think). I also think I convinced it to jump out the bathroom window, by locking it in the bathroom
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Don't say that. I'm clinging to the illusion that the mouse never decided to climb upstairs (where the computer sits). I haven't yet thoroughly searched for rodent feces, and I don't want to.
It's not the talking to old men thing. It's that my answer to "Why aren't you on Facebook?" was something along the lines of "I already have Livejournal, and why would I want to learn a new widget?" Which is fundamentally equivalent to this conversation: A: Look, this is that digital calculator thing I've talked about! It's very handy, do you want one? B: No, I've got an abacus, I'm set. Thanks though.
Shannon saw a mouse poking out from under our grape vines today. She couldn't get the dog to pay attention long enough to see it. Hopefully Cash will spot it and chomp its head off.
There are a lot of "neighborhood cats" in my area. I assume they find mice and end them. But I never intentionally feed the cats, so they don't bring me the prize when they do find'em...
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Which is fundamentally equivalent to this conversation:
A: Look, this is that digital calculator thing I've talked about! It's very handy, do you want one?
B: No, I've got an abacus, I'm set. Thanks though.
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