Tomorrow marks 29 years! Grasshopper No. 5 was born 29 years ago. It was the end of water retention. It ended concern about high blood pressure. I think the word “phlebitis” came up. Then Mawqwett (Collin’s pronunciation) came along. Happy birthday Margaret. May your day be special!
I’m told that Grasshopper No. 1 has her own personal carpenters. One is hubby Tom accompanied by his brother Rich. They are cleaning gutters, replacing awnings, buying new windows and comtemplating replacement of a front stoop. Hey, does it get any better. Grasshopper No. 1 goes off to work and comes home to a remodeled house.
Now my latest mouse story. Our house originally was part of a development in a farmers field. That means lots of critters are natural to the area. We had a mouse or two when we moved into the house but I attribute that to the “movers”. Doors were left open all day.
It is October! We have suspected a mouse in the basement (they come in from the cold). We watch a lot of TV in the basement and we take food like sandwiches, popcorn and other morsels downstairs while watching. Crumbs and other food fragments end up in the cushions and on the floor. Mice like that! Yes we do vacuum!
Yesterday I finished my morning exercise and got home. My life parter entended a “high five” with a big smile on her face. I asked what the “high five” was for? I was told she had caught a mouse in the TV room. My wife was anxious to tell me that she went down to collect some cups and newspapers and she noticed that her tall (very tall) water mug had an apple core in it. She didn’t remember dropping the core in the mug, but she didn’t think twice about it. She picked up the mug and then set it down. That was no apple core, that was a mouse! I asked her what she did with the mouse and she told me the mug and it’s contents were still in the basement. What kind of hunter is that? I think the words were “I’m not going near that mug”! In fact, I was told to throw the mug away along with the mouse. So I went into the basement to get the mug and put an end to the mouse saga.
The mouse was alive! Yes sir! The mug was about 20 percent full of water and somehow the stupid mouse had fallen into the mug. It managed to keep it’s cute little nose above the water level and it was paddling with it’s little paws and staring up at me. Awww! Disney couln’t portray the situation any better. It was trapped and there was no chance of getting out of the tall mug.
So what do you do? What do you do? I took the mug and carried it outside. I walked part way down the block and threw the remaining water and the disgusting little mouse into the middle of the street. The last I saw of the mouse he was toddling down the middle of the road hopefully headed for someone else’s house.
Then I remembered the story of a guy who caught a mouse, carried him outside his house, set the mouse on fire and released the mouse. The mouse ran back in the house and burned the house down. True story!
Now I am perplexed. Will the mouse find his way back into my abode? I should have killed the little bastard.
So my brave wife can be proud that she caught that little mouse in her mug. The lesson is be careful what you drink. You never know what is in the water!
Love,
Dad