23 November 2007
Jordy Version 3.0
Joe and I call our mouse Jordy. It makes of us think of him less as a creepy crawly and more of a family pet. We've had some fun, the three of us. From the first time we met him when he was trapped in a vase to the time he held me hostage in the living room over Spring Break. We know his likes (warm places, the drawer under the oven, freaking me out) and his dislikes (incense!!! snow!!! the neighbour's black cat!!!). And he's back. Or at least, he stopped in for a visit.
Yesterday was the first snowstorm of the year. A blustery day. On the walk home, the snow was laced with freezing rain. I had the house to myself in the evening and I watched "Ugly Betty" while working on the dishcloths that I'm making for my friend Roz's dog rescue (photos to come!). There was a rustling sound coming from the kitchen behind me so I got up to check if there was a mouse. Nope, just a bag rustling against the wall by the heating vent.
When Joe came home, the first thing he said was, "Bad news, Jordy's hiding behind the microwave". I panicked more than I care to admit and while Joe played cat and mouse (*snicker*) with Jordy, I stood in the living room with my size 4's out, trying to figure out how to make a butterfly net with knitting needles. The standoff came to an end when Jordy make a break for it and dove into the toaster!
That's when my position in the living room came in handy. I grabbed "The Seventeen Book of Etiquette and Entertaining" (circa 1963...thanks Mom!) and passed it to Joe who covered the toast slots with it. Joe carefully slid the makeshift trap off the counter and onto a binder while pressing the book on top. We got our coats on and went out into the wintery wilds.
We walked down our dead-end street being careful not to get too close to the embassy with our mysterious package. When we were close enough to the main road, Joe released the toaster. It bounced on the snow and Jordy popped out. He didn't like the snow and ran toward us. We kicked snow at him and he ran out to the main road and disappeared over the slushy ridge.
After the madness ended and I felt sure that Jordy was safe on the other side of the street, we turned around to see a man desperately trying to start his pickup truck. He avoided eye contact as we walked past him and went home. I would have avoided eye contact too.
Before going inside, we tossed the toaster into the garbage hut.
This weekend's shopping list:
- Humane Mouse Traps
- A New Toaster
Erika.
Yesterday was the first snowstorm of the year. A blustery day. On the walk home, the snow was laced with freezing rain. I had the house to myself in the evening and I watched "Ugly Betty" while working on the dishcloths that I'm making for my friend Roz's dog rescue (photos to come!). There was a rustling sound coming from the kitchen behind me so I got up to check if there was a mouse. Nope, just a bag rustling against the wall by the heating vent.
When Joe came home, the first thing he said was, "Bad news, Jordy's hiding behind the microwave". I panicked more than I care to admit and while Joe played cat and mouse (*snicker*) with Jordy, I stood in the living room with my size 4's out, trying to figure out how to make a butterfly net with knitting needles. The standoff came to an end when Jordy make a break for it and dove into the toaster!
That's when my position in the living room came in handy. I grabbed "The Seventeen Book of Etiquette and Entertaining" (circa 1963...thanks Mom!) and passed it to Joe who covered the toast slots with it. Joe carefully slid the makeshift trap off the counter and onto a binder while pressing the book on top. We got our coats on and went out into the wintery wilds.
We walked down our dead-end street being careful not to get too close to the embassy with our mysterious package. When we were close enough to the main road, Joe released the toaster. It bounced on the snow and Jordy popped out. He didn't like the snow and ran toward us. We kicked snow at him and he ran out to the main road and disappeared over the slushy ridge.
After the madness ended and I felt sure that Jordy was safe on the other side of the street, we turned around to see a man desperately trying to start his pickup truck. He avoided eye contact as we walked past him and went home. I would have avoided eye contact too.
Before going inside, we tossed the toaster into the garbage hut.
This weekend's shopping list:
- Humane Mouse Traps
- A New Toaster
Erika.
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