And here he is, bless his little rodentious heart. I am working into the early evening here, and I hear "scrabbling." And further scrabbling. And I see nothing.
Then I realize that the scrabbling is coming from INSIDE my desk...in fact, the bottom right-hand drawer...and I open the drawer...and some little grey somebody has been having a hey-day with the left-over Sinter Klaas gelt (chocolate) in the bottom of my drawer. Little wretch.
I guess, mindful of health considerations, hanta viruses, etc. -- I have to set a trap also.
I wish I could pretend to have taken his picture, but this is uploaded from Wikipedia.
Now I have to go clean out my drawer. Somewhere out there is a mouse with chocolate on his breath.
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Oh dear. What about a cat, or are you allergic?
I'm not at all allergic...but we have severely allergic folks who attend here at Most Holy...so I fear 'tis a trap.
what about a lesser grade of chocolate, or something less appetizing, like year-old marshmallow fluff? Perhaps he would leave in disgust?
I found a mouse in my sewing box a few weeks ago and reacted like a woman in a cartoon--screaming and running. I was very impressed for a moment to think that you calmly snapped a picture. I'm still pretty impressed that you seem unruffled by the encounter.
I think your little guy has a buddy in the wall behind my desk at work.
So far he hasn't assaulted my chocolate!
Well at least he will go out happy.
Was it Arthur, or Humphrey?
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Why, that dirty rat! A mouse in the house is one thing, but jacking one's CHOCOLATE? That means WAR! Go get 'im!
I notice that you are one of the few people in blogdom to not yet have been tagged for the Book Meme, so not wanting you to feel left out, I have tagged you for it! (Hope you don't mind!)
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Ah, an allusion to some of our favorite books when Sonshinein was little! But how could one bear to trap either Arthur or Humphrey?
I have the fondest memories of Frederick...not to mention Stuart! but I don't think I know Arthur and/or Humphrey.
No, mice per se don't bother me. If they weren't so dirty, I wouldn't begrudge them what they eat...but the pooping and the piddling ... that's another matter.
Driving home this afternoon I was behind a trailer carrying a skip...As we stopped at traffic lights, I saw something moving on the trailer - and lo, there was a mouse - who had presumably been comfortably settled amid the rubble in the skip, and wasn't sure he liked travel at 30 mph
So - is this a takeover...?
I've been reminded about Arthur and Humphrey. What I remembered of those books was Samson the Cat!
I love your description of the mouse with chocolate breath! That (and your picture) make him sound more pleasant than I think a rodent is. Good luck in cleaning out the desk and the mouse!
BTW, I've tagged you for a book meme that's rather silly.
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