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There was once a time when I played in the woods, where bears lived and copperheads had been sighted, with nary a second thought; now there appears to be either a very large roach or a very small mouse making cameo appearances in our kitchen, and I can’t sit still.
February 12, 2008 at 7:29 PM ::
The mouse theory is a source of gentle controversy chez PTMYB. So far all we’ve seen is a fast-moving blur across the kitchen floor, within our peripheral vision. Lloyd thinks it’s a mouse because there’s a certain amount of “bounce” to the blur. Since I’ve been checking the kitchen for either gnawed-open bags of food or signs of rodent droppings, but have yet to find either, I’m skeptical.
Either way, I’m being a big wuss, I know. It does make me nostalgic for my tougher college days, when I used to chase actual squirrels out of my room. (Well, okay, one actual squirrel. But isn’t one actual squirrel enough?)
bakerina on 02/12/08 at 07:40 PM ::
My money’s on mouse.
Keith on 02/12/08 at 08:06 PM ::
And yes, one squirrel is enough.
Keith on 02/12/08 at 08:06 PM ::
well, excuuuuuse me.
'mouse on 02/12/08 at 08:29 PM ::
@Keith: Really? (Not that I’m doubting you; on the contrary, I consider you an expert in such matters.)
@’mouse: Dude. I’m sure that if you tore through our kitchen at 65mph, we’d be able to tell that it was you, especially if you were carrying a pitcher of margaritas. Just saying.
bakerina on 02/12/08 at 08:38 PM ::
Wow. I’m not sure I’d want to mess with NY rodents, what with their bad attitudes and mean streaks. I’ve heard that if you put roach motels out anywhere in a NY apartment, within a week, it’ll be a little brothel/crackhouse and the roach/pimp will be all, ‘Touch my hotel and I’ll cut you’.
So, yeah. Be careful.
Also, would the Lloyd you live with be Lloyd Dobler? Because that would be awesome.
You can call me, 'Sir' on 02/12/08 at 09:12 PM ::
Sorry, Bake, but are you trying to tell me you’re unaware of ‘mouse’s ... uh ... mouse powers?
I’m with Keith. ‘mouse the mouse is in the house.
If you don’t like cockroaches, never, EVER travel to Sydney. Seriously. At night, if up for a midnight glass of water, I would stamp my feet loudly and turn on the light by stretching my arm around the corner and, carefully!, feeling about for the light-switch. Gives them a chance to scurry back under the fridge. What I don’t know is there, can’t hurt me.
There is nothing I fear so much as the evil cockroach. So, yep, definitely a ‘mouse.
boot on 02/12/08 at 09:17 PM ::
I’m more of a cockroach fearer than a mouse fearer, but man POSSUMs are the ugliest shiznet on earth. Probably not in your kitchen however…
littledevilworks on 02/12/08 at 09:52 PM ::
So, what I call a possum (I do love them so), may be different from yours.
Are we talking the same beastie here? If so, how the hell did they end up in the US?
[edit] Ah wait, I think we’ve had this conversation previously (on Scrine), yours is an opossum.
boot on 02/12/08 at 09:59 PM ::
Oh, boot, I only wish that ‘mouse the mouse were in our house. At least that way we’d be having some fun. :)
@ldw: Thankfully, no, we’re pretty sure it’s not a possum. :) Your comment did remind me, though, of the month I spent in Arkansas, when I used to work at my desk and leave the front door open during rainstorms, so I could catch a breeze. I told one of the other writers this at dinner, and she replied, “aren’t you worried about letting something in, like wasps or snakes or armadilloes?” Really, compared to all that, roaches and mice are small taters.
@YCCM’S’: heeee. It’s true. Or at least it was back in the 80’s. Now, though, New York City has become Family Friendly(tm). These days, you put a Roach Motel in a NYC apartment, Ian Schrager turns it into a boutique hotel and charges $400/night for a room in which you can’t sit down without slipping a disc.
And yes, I do live with Lloyd Dobler! Excellent catch! :)
bakerina on 02/13/08 at 10:39 AM ::