MOUSE!

[oneirophrenia]

Just got in the house, and what's the first thing I notice? Kristi stalking around the house with this intent look of predation on her face...as I've seen her do a few times over the past few days. This can mean only one thing: rodents.

Now, I know my house has mice in it: you can hear 'em skittering about in the walls late at night...and every old house within spitting distance of the woods has mice. I am perfectly fine with this, as long as I don't find them in the cupboards or pooing in the drawers. They eat the infestation of ladybugs mostly, and generally keep to themselves...but for some reason, apparently one of them made it into the Big House and encountered the everprowling Grey Beast.

As I went to turn on my TV, I spotted the mouse cowering in absolute livid terror in the corner by the wallsocket. Poor thing. I just couldn't let murder happen on my shift, so I tossed Kristi in a bedroom and shut the door, then proceeded to gently shove the mouse into a box. The poor thing was damnear immobile--probably from fright, as I couldn't see any obvious signs of trauma or wounding--so this was an easy job. I took it down in the basement where it will have tons of space to explore, lots of spiders and ladybugs to eat, and won't be around to cause trouble in the Big House and put itself at risk of becoming a Death Toy. I left some catfood with it, too, so it'll have something to nibble on and will think twice about coming back upstairs.

If it does, though, it's on its own. I did my part, now it either learns from its very obvious mistakes or it gets eaten.

Comments

[blackcatbon.livejournal.com]

Thats never been a problem at my folks place... then again, 3 cats doesnt give rodents much desire to stalk our pantries. Birds have invaded before however. Once, a buncha years ago, we had some finches caught in the fireplace, one of them died and the other was growing more panicked ovre time. In an attempt of mercy I tried to capture the poor dusty creature in a container and set it loose outside. The soot-covered finch (lets call him Fred) flies out straight over my head, I turn quickly to witness Buffy leaping 4 feet into the air, catching Fred in her teeth. She lands, looks really proud of herself, catches my gaze, and runs upstairs. I take chase, and spot her hiding under my mom's bed. She was growling and protecting her kill, can you blame her?that was a really good catch... either way, I was worried about her choking on the feathers and soot, and poor little Fred was still alive and chirping in a really pathetic manner.... after about 10 minutes of trying to get to Buffy, she lets go of Fred, who flies off (bouncing off the ceiling leaving interesting soot marks) and traps himself in the bathroom. I finally caught him in a rubbermaid bowl and set him loose outside. Buffy refused to look at me for weeks... I had stolen her prize

[cyano.livejournal.com]

well, if your basement is anything like mine, if froze to death...