Monday, April 23, 2007

Mice, barbecues, and technicolor sheep

Well hello all!

The saga of the mouse continues.

Our first little friend met a quiet end in our garbage can. Approximately two days later, I come out to the kitchen in the morning to find a little tail sticking out of the trap, which had been placed on the floor rather than the counter this time. Swell. Since I am now accustomed to our rodentine (it's a word) visitors, I calmly inform WT of the task at hand, sans jumping, screaming, and hand flapping.

Until I go back in the kitchen and see that the damn tail has moved. Christ, not again! We need to buy better traps.

WT disposes of aforementioned mouse in aforementioned garbage can. About two hours later, he goes outside to dispose of some trash, and don't you know the damned thing is running in circles around the bottom of the can, complete with a groove across the back of his damn head where the highly ineffective trap had him pinned for what was likely hours.

Woo hoo!

So WT sets the poor little guy free on the lawn and thinks no more of it.

Approximately one hour after this incident, WT goes outside to hop in his car and go to the gym. He calls my name and asks me to come outside.

The damn mouse is hanging out next to the car.

Pray tell, Sally, you say. How did you know it was the same mouse as the very one you trapped and then set free? I'll tell you how I know. I know because it still had the groove across the back of his damn head.

After advising WT to check his brake lines for sabotage and the tires for leaks, he goes to the gym, and Mr. Mouse scampers off into the sunset.

I'm locking my doors.

***

Oh my God, how great is this weather?? I am sooooo loving it. I have barbecued for the past 3 nights in a row. The best thing about this? No dishes to speak of! Mostly everything goes in the dishwasher, and I made salmon, potatoes, and green beans on the grill tonight. Hose the grill down tomorrow, and voila! no more dirty dishes. Gotta love it.

The only thing I'm not loving is the fact that I got out my goddamn expensive IKEA patio furniture yesterday, and some squirrels ate through half of a leg on one of my chairs, and chewed about fifty eleven holes in my umbrella. They are probably in cahoots with the mouse. And at least one squirrel now has a wonderfully upholstered nest.

Damn rodents.

***

So my friends Aileen and Sharon totally kidnapped me at gunpoint and totally made me drive to Haverford to check out the liquidation sale at the Technicolor Sheep. Then they totally made me buy, like, stuff to knit with. They have some nerve. Making me buy yarn and needles and buttons and magazines at 50% off. Sheesh. WT told me that if I didn't take advantage of the sale, they would take away my woman card.

I think he was kidding, but I took his word anyways.

So here's what I was forced to purchase:
  • 4 skeins of Cotton Fleece in Barn Red
  • 3 skeins of Butterfly Mercerized Cotton in Dark Green
  • Many buttons, all of them cute or pretty or interesting
  • 2 sets each of size 1, 2, and 3 circular needles, just in case I ever decide to knit socks or gloves
  • 1 back issue of Interweave Knits
  • One set of dpn's
  • And one free tote bag! Woot!

Man, with enemies like Aileen and Sharon, who needs friends? ;o)

I'll post some pics soon. I don't feel like screwing with my camera right now. I do have to say I have some tantalizing photos for you. Yesterday, Banana decided it would be a good idea to paint her arms and legs with poster paint. Yeah. It was quite colorful. You'll get the photographic evidence soon enough.

As usual, thanks for stopping by. Hope all is well chez vous. Ciao!

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4 Comments:

At 11:38 AM, Blogger Stella said...

Thanks for the sweater love! I definitely recommend knitting it.

We've been having some rodent issues lately too... good luck!

 
At 8:05 PM, Blogger Jessica said...

If you decide to knit the Hourglass, please join our knitalong!

 
At 9:48 AM, Blogger Tara said...

That's a RIOT about your mouse. I had a mouse living in my car once. It was a 1984 Chevette. Every time I walked up to the car, I would see him through the window, but he would run and hide somewhere in the dashboard. Traps didn't work. He ignored them all. I even tried leaving the doors wide open for a full 2 days, but he liked it in there. I think he had food stashed in the heater, because the car STUNK. One day he was gone. I was kinda sad, actually.

Stupid mice.

 
At 6:53 PM, Blogger Sharon said...

Hey! It wasn't at gunpoint it was at knitting needle point! Get it straight. Keep it up and I will kidnap you again ;-)

 

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