Re: a requiem
Originally Posted by jackdawdle
We have a mouse that lives in our garage. He's a cute little fella, too, with short, silky whiskers and tiny paws. I couldn't bear to kill him! I would only get a mouse trap if Modigliani (that's the mouse's name) decided to bring some friends over to live with him. Obviously, I'm not trying to open a Mouse Motel . I suspect Modigliani was attracted by some birdseed I was keeping out in the garage in a storage bin. I also had stored a bag of oatmeal out there. When the mouse first appeared, I nearly had a heart attack! It was just so completely unexpected, though my grandmum had warned me that keeping birdseed in the garage would attract rats. My mum's first reaction upon hearing of the rodent's existence was, "How large was the animal? Was its tail straight? Are you sure it wasn't a (her voice dropped to a whisper) r-a-t?" Needless to say, I now store the birdseed in the trunk of the car, and I'm not going to put any more oatmeal out in the garage, either.
I'm reminded of a tale that one of my music teachers once told me about a rat in her kitchen. "The incredible thing about it, darling," she said, "was that the little animal was actually eating a piece of cheese!" She called anyone she was fond of darling, lest you wonder. She was Hungarian and very colorful--my music teacher, that is.
It seems you aren't quite as compassionate as I am, Jack. I would actually feel terrible about having to kill a mouse, especially a mouse that I call by name, such as Modigliani. But it looks as if you did a good job of clearing out your mice, at any rate.
Last edited by titania7; 21-Nov-2008 at 00:42.
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