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So call me crazy. And an idiot too, since I was collecting about 5 "entries" in my email box, thinking that I would upload them soon, only to delete them in one (foul) swoop when I thought they'd be waiting for me in my "Sent" folder. Of course, they weren't. So if you haven't been receiving any of my entries, here's what's been happening (it's been far more interesting than I make it out to be):
OH! and I forgot. We've had mice in the house for about a month now. My parents went away to HK for about three weeks and we (well I) started seeing them late at night while I was watching TV alone in the dark, warm, quiet house. Of course, I was a little nonchalant at first, thinking that it was just that *one* mouse...then a couple nights afterwards, I heard some noises that were just...too...*close*. ..Again, it was late at night when everyone else was asleep and I was watching television. I isolated the sounds to this one chair that my mother uses as a "plastic bag and boxes chair" -- you know, for the grocery bags which seen to repopulate themselves. Slowly, I'm peeling off these layers of plastic bag and boxes until I get to this one box where there's these hollow, knocking sounds coming out of it, and I start poking it with a stick (one of those devil sticks, in fact). Why? I don't know why. Partially because I know my mom sometimes hides valuable things in what seemingly looks like garbages, secondly because I didn't want to pick the box up to take it outside. (eeeek.) The rustling stops, and I think to myself, "god, I killed it...did I?" Still using the stick, I pry one corner of the box up, and this little head sticks out, peers at me with little black eyes, and sniffs the air. Of course I go nuts and start poking the open, but paperbag-covered part of the box madly....when all of a sudden, I see this brown fur flash by beneath my feet, and, while I glance down to look at it dive behind the refrigerator, ANOTHER one jumps out of the box, to the floor, and behind the refrigerator as well. To make a long story short, I didn't catch them that night. Right after that, I was adament on glue traps. I didn't want snap traps, and the glue trap package actually said that you could "humanely" get rid of rodents. We put about four out around the house where we'd last seen them. Didn't catch any the first night. Nor the second night. Or the one after that. When I'd thought that they just weren't working, about a week later, we caught a pair. GROSS. I started feeling really sorry for them. They were freaking out. My brother and sister didn't help, they kept on aggrevating them...I think my brother actually took a couple pictures of them, and wanted to bottle them up and throw them away somewhere. I couldn't stomache that, and told him I was going to "release them" in a park somewhere instead, using the method described on the package. Of course, the package lied about being humane in the release. I think I would have rathered snap-trapped them instead of disposing them with vegetable oil, a wooden disposable spoon, and latex gloves. It was disgusting and not cool at all trying to see them free themselves, and I really think I hurt them trying to get them off the trap. Maybe it comes from being someone who's had one too painful waxing experiences... Anyways...call me crazy, now I want to BUY a pet mouse. Mouse, not RAT. Now rats are ugly. Mice...mice are cute. It was probably an effect of having one peer out at me, out of innocent curiousity. That, and having probably seriously harmed a pair. If hantavirus didn't exist, I'd probably be trying to catch any other housemice and trying to raise them. That's if my family didn't have any qualms about it, but they do. blaaah. enough about my boring life. (and obsession with mice)
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