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There was no deer mouse under the mixing bowl this morning, nor did his cousins manifest and demand recompense.
My brother calls me up to let me know, as a sort of yardstick before he tells our parents, that he has acquired a mouse.
Her name is Experiment 6. She is a white lab mouse whom he saved from the short desolate life of snake food; she has a little plastic wheel on which she races like a hamster and he reports that she is ruby-eyed and affectionate. He would bring her home, except that my mother, who is allergic to every kind of fur, would stop breathing as surely as if she were a cat. So either I will have to wait until he has an apartment this summer or I should visit in the next couple of weeks before I can meet her. It's a little sad; it's rather sweet; I tell him to send photographs.
Apollo Smintheus laughs and eats my pear cake.
My brother calls me up to let me know, as a sort of yardstick before he tells our parents, that he has acquired a mouse.
Her name is Experiment 6. She is a white lab mouse whom he saved from the short desolate life of snake food; she has a little plastic wheel on which she races like a hamster and he reports that she is ruby-eyed and affectionate. He would bring her home, except that my mother, who is allergic to every kind of fur, would stop breathing as surely as if she were a cat. So either I will have to wait until he has an apartment this summer or I should visit in the next couple of weeks before I can meet her. It's a little sad; it's rather sweet; I tell him to send photographs.
Apollo Smintheus laughs and eats my pear cake.
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. . . Shirley Jackson, eat your heart out.
Have ever seen Mouse Guard?
I had not. Wow. It looks like the world of Redwall before Brian Jacques ran out of plot and still kept writing.
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*high fives* yep, a sad way to go.
your mouse-trapping experience sounds like a great success. did you mark this one with paint? I'd never thought of that. for a while, we'd set a have-a-heart trap each night with peanut butter, and each morning my dad would release the mouse in the woods across the street. next morning, another(the same?) mouse. one time he didn't want to jump out, so I shook the trap and he bounced out and ran up my leg, and froze halfway up. fortunately my opening remarks to the conversation reminded him of a pressing engagement elsewhere. ;)
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