Mouse!

Now, normally I'm content to live and let live (excepting spiders). But I can be realistic at moments, and having a mouse in the house just isn't feasible. I'd be content to trap them and let them loose in some field (or the neighbor's yard), but they don't exactly sell non-lethal mousetraps at Home Depot.

So the thought occurred to me that we have two rodent predators living right under our roof, and if the mouse had to die, then better that it die Nature's way, than by some snap-trap.

I went back into the house to look for Stubby, who normally loves to go into the garage. I found him napping on top of the fridge. I couldn't just pick him up, since I'm not tall enough, so I opened up the garage door. This piqued his interest. He stood up and stretched and yawned. Not an auspicious start to this plan.

He finally sauntered over to the door, and just as he got to the entrance, he decided that no, he'd rather not go in the garage. So I gave him a little shove in the behind with my foot.

I picked him up and took him to the corner where I'd last seen the mouse. I said, "there you go, Stubby, catch the bugger." I turned around to walk back into the house, and he started to follow me. I said, "no no, you have to catch the mouse." Just at that moment, the mouse ran out RIGHT BEHIND STUBBY. It scurried under some towels. So I turned the cat around and moved the towels. The mouse ran out again, and went back behind the boxes.

Stubby finally saw the mouse, and somewhere within the deep recesses of his brain, the mousing instinct must have awoken, because he was suddenly interested in what was behind that box.

Of course, now the mouse got smart, and didn't want to come out again, no matter how much I shook the box.

So I thought, "well two cats must be better than one," and I went back inside to get Snuggles. I brought her over to where the mouse was, and decided to leave them to their business. However, when I got back to the door to the kitchen, and was about to close it, there was Snuggles, right at the doorway, with this look on her face that I can only guess said, LET ME BACK IN RIGHT NOW.

I closed the door.

Fifteen or so minutes later, Marc went out into the garage, and a much relieved Snuggles darted back into the house. Stubby was now sleeping under the car.

We're going to be buying mousetraps today.

Weekend

Marc and I finally got our cash back coupons from the bike shop, so we went and bought our helmets, as well as biking shorts (with the funny padding). The shorts seem to help a little, my butt wasn't nearly as sore.

We had herding on Friday, and we let Bandit go in with the sheep by himself this time, to see what he would do. It was pretty funny, because he'd walk the sheep by himself around the fence, and then he'd get to the far side, and he'd keep looking back like, "hey, where'd you guys go? What am I supposed to do with 'em now?"