White queso sauce with tortilla chips for your dining pleasure today.
-We have mice. The cats cornered one all day in our bathroom. Chris nabbed it with the bbq tongs on Sunday. Traps were set where we thought they were coming in (in our basement on a ledge). At 4:30 a.m. Loki (cat) was playing with something upstairs. Chris went to see what it was. Dead mouse in trap. The cat brought it upstairs. Ew! One other mouse in the basement and one in the garage were also casualties. We are dealing with the mouse issue more this evening.
-I'm 90% packed for our trip on Thursday. I'm a planner like that.
-We raked leaves for my dad yesterday. It was a massive amount of leaves. I like raking leaves, luckily.
-My boss and I are putting on a conference. It's the second time for this one. Isn't going as well this time. Out of four presenters, each had a personal or family health issue over the weekend.
-GIRL TALK ALERT! I'm trying the new Playtex Sport tampons. I'm in the market for a new kind.
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15 comments:
I never pack until the night before. But I make my list, oh yes I make my list.
Every fall, field mice look for a nice warm place to winter. The good news is they are incredibly stupid and can be caught by traps easily. You can line up 5 traps and catch 5 mice all in a row because they just don't get it. Regular housemice are much more likely to avoid traps and/or steal the bait right off them.
I hate putting mouse traps out because it is so hard to find a spot where the cats are not at risk of injury from checking out the bait themselves.
Every once in a while we find petrified mouse turds somewhere in the basement, I think a few mice moved in when Sugi got too old to hunt. But now Graycie is on patrol. I have great confidence in her.
I hope "buying new BBQ tongs" is on someone's "List" for Monday.
I'm so excited about your trip.
Oh, and I don't thik I can help you in the tampon department.
I was always a Tampax girl when I had to use them though.
I have a horrifying mouse story for you... well two stories actually... but they are horrifying and I don't want to talk about it. *weeps for dead tiny sweet cute little mice*
new tongs. yes.
I like the Tampax Pearls myself.
*wonders if I should admit to being a tampon virgin*
*decides against it*
Swami, you are right, the field mice appear to be pretty darn stupid.
I don't think the cats would ever kill a mouse. They just like to play around with lil' things that move. They spent literally all day watching the one in the bathroom. Dorks.
I poured bleach on the tongs and sent them thru the dishwasher. They are $15 tongs! *invites everyone over for a bbq* :-)
Haven't tried the Pearls, Glowie. Are they cardboard or plastic applicators? I've decided I must use plastic applicators. Not just because of comfort, but last month I dropped the ONE I had in my purse & needed desperately into the toilet. I hadn't peed or anything, and given my desperation, I was willing the quick grab it...however, it's cardboard applicator was runied and inoperable.
*jaw drops open at MM*
It's a long story, Kim. But it involves uh...*thinking* well let's just say I won't go "there".
This just adds to the mystique that is MM.
I hope the mice are all gone BEFORE your trip. I'd hate to come home to 101 mice. Uh, let's make dinner IN the kitchen and not on the BBQ when I come over, mmmkay?
You aren't serving mice at this BBQ are you?
Had a mouse in the house the other day. I caught it in a glass and released him back to the woods in a nice mouse-friendly place.
I can't set traps. When I was about 10 my BIL chased me around my house (parents were out for the weekend and DS & BIL showed up unexpectedly) with a trap holding a mouse by the head. Supposedly to "toughen me up".
Didn't work like he evidently expected. *shudder*
I locked myself in my room and called my cousin & his wife (dad's cousin & law partner, available for me to call in an emergency) in a panic. They graciously picked me up & I moved in with them until my parents returned and DS & BIL left. I have had an absolute aversion to traps ever since.
Won't use poison 'cause the dogs or cats could get into it. So, I do live catch and release. By the time I've caught them they usually have caught on to the presence of cats. Haven't had one come back, yet. (And, usually only get one per year.)
I usually get 'em before the cats do. But, last house, John did have one "interesting" morning when he was enjoying watching the cats play mouse hockey with their rubber mouse while he ate breakfast.
Until he realized that their rubber mouse was sitting on the counter in front of him. (When he took it away from them they were pissed with each other for days. They each thought the other had stolen it. :-))
Mystic-LOL at the mouse hockey story! And I thought when you said you called your cousin "law partner" that you were going to threaten to sue your brother. :-)
I think the pearls are plastic.
*does not read any mice stories*
Mice are evil and all should be destroyed.
I had a pet mouse named Buddy. I loved him very much. He used to sit on my shoulder. He loved me very much too. He also loved Pringles. And Sasha. Sasha let him crawl on her. *cries for Buddy* I had him for a year and a half. After Buddy passed, I tried another one. I named him Persnickety. We didn't really get a chance to bond before he passed away. I only had him for a month and a half.
Those are not my horrifying stories, btw.
Yes, Pearls are plastic.
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