Grrrrrr

(((((((((((((((((BIG BEAR HUG))))))))))))))))))))))

for the bunny.....

today is looking good....

Damn little rat bastard bugs are attacking me while I'm trying to do some soothing gardening. One of the shitheads bit me on my ear and another one got me right under my eye, so of course my eye is the one that swells up instead of my ear and it looks like someone punched me in the face. Grrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!

Careful what you ask for. I took a yellowjacket sting on the ear once and the sucker swelled up to twice the side of the other one. That wouldn't have been too bad, except the job at the time involved talking to about 1500 people a day.

Last weekend was a wild one, glad to see it wasn't only that way for me and the people I came into contact with.

The squeeze came up friday night, I was runninglate, we had a quick dinner with dagmaraka. When we returned to the house we found that a neighbor had hit his car and dented the bumper (pretty big dent). Then, I went to shoot the cat who had dissappeared only to be found out in front of the house (by the street). He got his shot waaaayyy late.

Saturday I finally got to bed at 2am, sooo excited to snuggle in when I hit a wet spot. Little poochielove had had a little leak.

Sunday I got food poisoning, it was 50ºF with rain and I went sailing!

When you say "shoot the cat," I think something else.

When you say "wet spot," I think something else, too.

A hug to Swimpy for yesterday even though it's over and done...

I killed a sweet little mouse today. :-( I feel awful.

My daughter has this thing where she hides under the kitchen table and pretends to be a mouse. She accepts cheese happily, and like tickles you with her mousie paws. So, my mom and I were at the kitchen table talking when all of a sudden she (my mom) swats at her leg, jumps up and starts screaming. Eventually she calms down enough to tell me that she was absently thinking, oh, sozlet's being a mouse, and then realized that sozlet was upstairs sleeping! Then she looked down and saw an ACTUAL mouse on her leg!

So she has a severe attack of the creepy-crawlies, we look for the mouse and don't find it, and decamp to the living room.

Mousie follows us. It's little and cute and seems to want company. (I mean, why do mice climb up PEOPLE??) My mom is not very kindly disposed towards it, though, and I'd prefer that it be its cute self outside of the house rather than inside even though its cute. So I stalk it (waking up sozlet, who comes down to join the fun.) I keep making clumsy attempts to trap it under a smallish plastic box. It scrambles under something. We wait. It comes out and looks at us in its little mousie way. Box descends. Scrambles. Etc.

Anyway, FINALLY after a slow slow incremental descent I got it, slid paper underneath, taped it up, brought it outside in a nice shady leafy safe-looking spot. Tore off paper, expected it to scramble off. No, it LIKED the box now. :-( Turned the box upside-down -- it clung to the inside with its little mousie paws. Gave the box a little shake -- there, out on the grass. Mission accomplished.

We trooped back inside, and about an hour later the sozlet said she wanted to check on the mousie. There he was, not far from where he'd been when we last saw him, dead. Just curled up and feet in the air and mouth open dead.

I felt so awful.

We buried him and sozlet put a big ol' peony on his grave.

I dunno if it was shock, or the heat, or he'd already ingested something that made him loopy on the way to dying anyway...? Anyway, mouse-murdering made me grr.

Don't worry, soz. It's a cunning mouse experiment.

(They're smarter than us... remember?)

Ah. That helps. Yes, mouse experiment. He probably dug his way out of his grave and is cavorting with his mousie pals and laughing at those sappy humans.

Uh huh. -gulp-

What's with being a non-resident?

Oh, the vet school sent me a letter that I couldn't go unless I was a resident. I went to the bureaucrats and told them I was a resident. They told me I wasn't, and there were more of them, so they won.

Then the vet school called today and said I could go anyway. Go figure.

So, um, you can take my word about the mouse. They went away before the whole program went boom, like the dolphins.

"So long, and thanks for all the graves."

*sob*

Oh, glad the vet school thing worked out. Weird.

Just them playing the universities rules as best they can. Lucky for me they're letting in more nonresident folks than usual this year. Current crop of Badgers isn't cutting it, I guess. Or they want those out-o-state dollars.

No grrrrrs today, though.

Awwwwwwwwwwwww, poor little mouse!
But it sounds like your feeling more than , soz

True.

yeah, well, that's kind of my sense of humor showing through there.

I'm sorry Soz!

When you say "sense of humor," I think of pumpkins with pink-stockinged legs.

oh.

(sorry.)

why are you sorry?