Archive for November, 2010

Breakfast Food Rimshot

So Brian’s putting Mark to bed last night…

Brian:  “Now you’re all tucked in, so you’ll be warm and toasty.”

Mark:  “Pop!  Crunch, crunch, crunch!”

 

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Betsy: 1. Me: 0. Mouse: -1.

So a week or so ago, Betsy was meowing on the window sill to be let back in.

“Does she have something in her mouth?”  I wonder as I walk to the window.  “Silly me,” I think, opening the window.  “How could she meow with a rodent in her mouth?”

She jumps in.  Mid-flight I see that she does indeed have a critter in her jaws.  Before I’ve even got the four letter word out, she’s landed and dropped her victim.

Which is not actually dead.

But neither is it at the top of its game.  It staggers off.  I grab an ice cream bucket and try to catch it, but Betsy keeps getting in the way.  Finally the furry interloper runs behind the kitchen cupboards.

I put out glue traps and shoved mouse poison back into his last-seen location.

I’m pretty sure he’s still there, and permanently.  My kitchen has picked up a nasty decaying odor quite unlike the usual precompost moldering in the scraps crock.

On the whole, this is more good news than bad.

The worst part is Betsy’s gloating.  Her self-satisfied smirk since the stench showed up has been worse than the smell itself.   “I knew I’d given it a mortal blow,” she blinks.  “Why did you doubt?  I am Betsy, Mousebane and Molehunter.  Even squirrels fear me.”  Then, just to rub in her brilliance, she turns on the radio.

 

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