Yes, I did it. I actually caught a mouse. Of course, I was barehanded, but I didn't touch the mouse. See, I had eaten this bag of microwave popcorn last night and dropped the bag with a few unpopped kernels remainin' in the trash, only I missed and it fell along side the trash can. The trash can is right next to the chair I sit in when I am bloggin'. Well, I kept hearin' this screechy-scratchy thing goin' on and happened to see that little mouse run out of that bag. I continued to blog and then heard the screechy-scratchy noise again and quick as a flash snatched up that bag and squeezed the top shut, catchin' that little mouse inside. I then took it out and let it go onto the porch. Comanche chased it, but I think it got away. With my luck, the little varmit figured out how to get in here once, so I will likely have to battle him again tomorrow. I guess I will have to go invest in some mouse bait and poison the little critters. I really hate to do that, but a good rat snake is hard to find.
I really do want to thank the 9 of you who took the time to visit my blog and the 7 of you who actually read some of my crap. Just knowin' that there is such a nice trickle of readership that enjoys my writin' makes it all worthwhile. Of course, nothin' seems to impress my navel. It just sits silently without utterin' a peep about anythin' that goes on. I stare and stare at it tryin' to make sense of things and that navel never moves, well, except for a joyful jiggle from time to time if somethin' mirthful tickles it. It is gettin' quite borin' though lookin' at the same navel night after night, so I thought about paintin' it. I went down to the hardware store and would you believe that they did not have a single can of Navel Orange paint? I heard there was some law under the terms of the Patriot Act that you were not allowed to paint navels any other color.
Now, I didn't even understand any of the foregoin' so if you did, I would be absolutely amazed. I just ain't got nothin' more to give this evenin' so --- end of report.
Posted by notGeorge at December 3, 2003 11:54 PM | TrackBackI used to catch mice in a dry sink we'd never hooked up... they'd fall into it and be unable to scale the sides to escape. I'd scoop them into a big bowl, slap a plate on top, and take them across the road. I'd shake the bowl around and around to get them dizzy before I released them... my idea was they'd be too disoriented to find their way back.
They might have returned for the ride, though... hard to tell.
Oh my goodness!!!!
I can't believe you caught it .... you have many talents!!!!
Posted by: squishybear at December 5, 2003 11:22 AM