|curled up nice and tight|
|nibble nibble like a mouse|
get that thing out of my house
HOWEVER. . .
Rodents of all types are a completely different story. I hate them. Nay, I despise them!!! Two years ago, a vole managed to find it's way into our home. I was literally on top of the dining room table and refused to come down until my husband and my mother managed to get it out of my house. I really can't explain what happened. One moment I was standing on the ground like every other gravity-influenced human and the next I found myself on top of the table, unable to get off. I don't even remember getting myself up there. I thought it and it happened. Instant catapult.
|systematically testing for weaknesses|
just like a raptor from "Jurassic Park"
"Mom, can we keep it?"
"But mom, he's so cute!"
"I'll take care of him."
"I'll wash his cage and clean him and buy the food and supplies myself."
|"Come here, little Elias, so I can nibble your fingers off."|
"Well, can we at least wait for dad to see him? You know, feed it some cheese and just let him be here for a little while?"
Now, here was a thought. I was busy baking bread and pizza crusts, but once Scott arrived home from his errand, he could actually transport the little vermin to a good cemetery or a nice open field where he would be visible to hawks for miles around. Then I could be assured that the squatter hadn't taken up residence in our yard and our lives could go on as God intended.
"Okay. Then I'm going to crack the lid so he can get some air."
"WHAT??!!" Again -- I don't know what happened. All I could think was cracked lid = potential escape. Inside the house. With me. The panic I felt was completely real.
"No worries, mom. I"ll watch him to make sure you're safe." Pathetic, eh?
Scott did manage to take him far, far away but I really didn't begin to relax on the inside until after they returned from their trip and Scott said he literally went over the river and through the woods by Big Red Bus in order to protect my sanity. To his credit, he never once teased me about about the mouse. Perhaps, just perhaps, I shouldn't tease him about the spider-creeps he has.