October 17, 2005
But he had to die!
The mouse that is. After Josh saw the mouse scurry across our hall and under his desk, and and then I saw the mouse twice again in the living room and moving across the floor (thus causing me to scream into the phone as I was talking to my mom), I declared yet again that Josh must set the traps so that the mouse would die. I did not want to find more mouse poop or find any chewed wires, nor did I want him to startle any guests, or chew into my food, or run across the kitchen floor while I was washing the dishes.
That, and I just generally do not hold to keeping mice around as pets. You see, my father used to raise mice to sell to pet stores and snake handlers as food. I watched them die in the microwave and be gassed. I remember them getting loose and my older brother shocking them as they ran across the carport. and finding dead mice all over the yard. I had to help clean the stinky cages and feed them dog food and fill their water bottles. I remember the trips to Houston and Jacksonville transporting mice and the SMELL!!!! I remember that at Thanksgiving when the cousins and aunts and uncles went around sharing their praises, I thanked God that my dad got rid of the mice business.
Thus, I'm not very partial to the idea of having a mouse around. and if Joe had decided that there was room enough to share....
Anyways. Joe died the night we set the traps with peanut butter. I have included pictures for those who odd folk who want to see the mouse in all his dead glory, and see Josh and Murray weeping over the dead mouse in my very small kitchen (which is clean by the way...Those dishes were from Saturday afternoon and were cleaned on Sunday afternoon.)
Trapped mouse. I used the shark you see to pull the trap from underneath the counter that I may not have to get close to it.
This is Josh and Murray and their memorial service. Just long enough to take a picture.
