Eek, a mouse!

bandylu2 wrote:

Unlike the 'hes' or 'its' perhaps she would respond to simple reason and logic.

OOOOHhhhh! Sofia, dlowan, fellow femfolk (does that work?) a powerful warrior has returned to the fold.

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Hail!

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Hail bandyluuuuuuu!

So, the front page of today's New York Times says that evolutionary biologists have discovered the remains of a 1,500 lb. rodent.

Well, that's to be expected if there's a lot of pizza-eating going on.

Maybe Ms. Mouse needs some help around the house and a little lovin'. Where can I place a rodent personal for her?

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Grey, 6 months old, weighs 4 ounces, 17 children, SRF (single rodent female) lives behind an almond-colored stove (with black trim) in Brighton, MA. Looking for a soul mate to nibble cheese, hang out behind the clock wiring and drink Chianti. No rats.

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I'm afraid our gal hasn't received any responses to her ad. I think rodent Lotharios are intimidated by the reference to 17 children. Hmmm.

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Yeah. Rattlesnake does not taste like chicken. Actually, it tastes a lot like lizzard.

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Jespah/Montana,

On a serious note if you trap them in a little box type trap, and let them go outside, what's to stop them from coming back in???

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kev wrote:

Jespah/Montana,

On a serious note if you trap them in a little box type trap, and let them go outside, what's to stop them from coming back in???

Surely they wouldn;' return to a place where they were manifestly not wanted, or where the service was bad?!

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We left out a tomato over the weekend, and it wasn't touched, so I think our gal went to stay with the drunken next-door neighbors.

Or, she moved to the condo under the porch stairs.

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Off the salads and back to the pizza. It's so sad to see a good diet plan go astray.

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margo wrote:

Surely they wouldn;' return to a place where they were manifestly not wanted, or where the service was bad?!

My mother in law does

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Your mother-in-law is a mouse?

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. . . that roared.

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No Jespah, she's more like a really pissed off rhino, and thats on a good day, but she does return with alarming regularity, you know like the mice might do, if you just chucked em in the back garden.

This is not a great analogy is it?

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kev wrote:

No Jespah, she's more like a really pissed off rhino, and thats on a good day, ?

Just hope she doesn't read this - you're in deep doodoo, boy!

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I'm safe Margo she has trouble working her TV remote control, so she's not likely to buy a computer.

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kev wrote:

I'm safe Margo she has trouble working her TV remote control, so she's not likely to buy a computer.

Kev

I got caught chatting on IM to Dlowan once, about my aunt who was staying with me, and causing me great angst. She came in and sat beside me - and I couldn't tell Deb to stop chatting - had to turn the whole thing off. Embarrassed

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Well, we're not worried about your mother-in-law so much, kev, but what about your wife?

"Dear, I'm only checking on our stocks" is only going to go so far, yanno. :wink:

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This afternoon, I returned from lunch in Chinatown to find a small red grape, half-eaten, left on the grill plating.

So I'm afraid I have bad news. I think the mice have taken to making their own wine, and I fear they have become alcoholics.

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My name is Squeaky, and I'm an alcoholic.

Hello, Squeaky.

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We should have never given him wine with the cheese. What that mouse needs is salvation.

<Years ago, I used to carpool. The other driver could narrowly miss a collision and say "Now Roger, that man needs salvation.", and mean it.>

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When I next head downstairs, I'll listen carefully for the sounds of a very high-pitched revival meeting. Put your paw on the grill plating! Hallelujah!

Plus they seem to be grabbing the grapes and tomatoes out of the sink drain, and there's a disposal unit. Of course, they're grabbing the fruit etc. that's waiting to be ground up (and it seems like this is happening during the day) so it's quite a feat of daring. Maybe my kitchen has become a small corporate retreat - you know, the kind where you walk on hot coals?

Hubby says he thinks it's a Pavlovian experiment and that the mice leave out a grape or whatever to see if there are any humans around. Wait, I hear a bell <salivate>?

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