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It turned out to be the end of Napoleon, too.
We have a newly built smart office and it may well be. The same can't be said of the designers, or whatever they might call themselves. AC on ground floor where we meet the public, none on first floor where about 30 of us share a muggy, open plan office, and the electronic windows barely open to allow a breeze.
While we were on the patio yesterday, a couple of big, hairy bumblebees harassed us. We figured out where the nest was, behind where house, patio and porch meet. Someone mentioned "bombing" it to kill the nest. No way I'm doing that. You don't kill bumblebees. They're pollinators, and besides, they have the right to live.
To bee or not to bee?
(the answer is to bee! Let those little guys live, we all depend on them)
(the answer is to bee! Let those little guys live, we all depend on them)
I can't even kill a mouse. If I get one in the house, I catch it with one of those "humane" traps, and then drive it down the road and release it to a derelict, abandoned barn. I leave some food for it, too.
I'll come back later with a mouse trap memory. Got to get a little work done first.
But I don't have a lot of luck with house plants. Killed a few of those in my time.
I am not a mouse fan. That's why I have cats in the house and wandering garter snakes in the garden. My daughter's cat habitually brings her live mice. Night before last, the cat dropped one on the bed while they were sleeping. Pandemonium ensued.
No, it's not good to have mice in the house. They like to chew on things that should not be chewed on.
Well, to be fair, so do puppies and toddlers. Me, too. If I quit chewing on certain foods, I'd be better off.
I had a cinnamon roll for breakfast.
Mice would be fine if they were a little more dignified and didn't shit everywhere.
About 20 years ago, kids aged about 5 and 7, the four of us were in the living room watching some Christmas show on TV. Height of winter, so the annual incursion was well under way, consequently a mousetrap behind the Christmas tree, a lethal one, or so we thought. Visible only to me, a little mouse made tentative excursions, uncertainly approaching the bait, retreating, approaching again. I said nothing because I knew they'd freak out and we'd be left with our mouse squatter. Mouse kept going until, eventually, he tripped the trap. The mouse, tentative as he was, only trapped his hind foot on the trap, so was bouncing around trying to get free, the trap slapping up and down with him, shock to my wife and kids and all 3 ran screaming out to the kitchen. I picked mouse up by the trap and headed to the front door when my son, still screaming, ran from the kitchen, paused to say "don't kill him" and ran back screaming to the kitchen. Mousey got released into the hedgerow across the road and seemed none the worse making his escape.
The trick, in my opinion, is to refer to them all as shrews and you'll never have a mouse problem again.
About 20 years ago, kids aged about 5 and 7, the four of us were in the living room watching some Christmas show on TV. Height of winter, so the annual incursion was well under way, consequently a mousetrap behind the Christmas tree, a lethal one, or so we thought. Visible only to me, a little mouse made tentative excursions, uncertainly approaching the bait, retreating, approaching again. I said nothing because I knew they'd freak out and we'd be left with our mouse squatter. Mouse kept going until, eventually, he tripped the trap. The mouse, tentative as he was, only trapped his hind foot on the trap, so was bouncing around trying to get free, the trap slapping up and down with him, shock to my wife and kids and all 3 ran screaming out to the kitchen. I picked mouse up by the trap and headed to the front door when my son, still screaming, ran from the kitchen, paused to say "don't kill him" and ran back screaming to the kitchen. Mousey got released into the hedgerow across the road and seemed none the worse making his escape.
The trick, in my opinion, is to refer to them all as shrews and you'll never have a mouse problem again.
(Checks latest batch of pest control reports)
Slow week. Only 11 bodies. I've seen over 50 before when downtown construction dug up the hoards.
Slow week. Only 11 bodies. I've seen over 50 before when downtown construction dug up the hoards.
But you know, I have never seen a rat during the whole time we've lived here, but I hear there was a problem in the city.
I live on a farm, rats and mice abound but two cats and three dogs , between usd and the farmer keep them reasonable
One of the cutest animals I've seen around here are possums, especially if they are young.
Can't we discuss creepy clowns or something else more pleasant than mice?
When I was in high school I had a summer job at a local nature center. Someone came across an mother opossum who had been hit by a car; two of her babies were still alive. I took them home and we bottle-raised them. They were as cute as any other baby animal. I think the adult ones get a bad rap.
I'm still haunted by an experience of a few years ago. A possum had been hit by a car and its partner was on the sidewalk in a horrible state of agitation. It was a reminder that there are a lot of other animals that feel as deeply as us.
That's lovely, Graham, and a testament to your big heart.
