“I’ve never been to Rupert’s house, but I’ve always imagined it to be a little like Pee-Wee Herman’s house. I just picture him waking up every morning, then sliding down a water slide to the breakfast table.”—Daniel Radcliffe (via phlegmily)
It’s my baby nephew’s birthday party on Sunday even though his first birthday won’t be until the 2nd and I’m spending the weekend over at Katie’s to help get their place ready and decorate Josey’s cake there. This will be the first time driving out to Newberg and I kinda of remember how to get out there. So, that’s going to be an adventure. It’s only about 45ish minutes away from Portland. Oh jesus I’m going to get lost. Anyways, I’m supah happy to see that precious little chubba fubbah this weekend. I adore my nephew and I can’t wait to play with him without mom trying to steal him away. She’s such a baby hoarder. But that’s not the point. The point is is that I get to hog my baby nephew all day saturday until his birthday party on Sunday. Woot! Woot!
The week before he returns to school for his senior year, popular high school jock, Tommy Dawkins, is bitten and turned into a werewolf. The only person Tommy can turn to for help is the school nerd and Goth Fantasy Guild President, Merton J Dingle. Now Tommy and Merton, while looking for a cure for Tommy’s condition, fight a whole slew of baddies in Pleasantville.
….. I, Allison Seibel, just caught a mouse, something that NEITHER of the cats could do.
What. The hell?
So, here’s the story, our house has been having mice problems for a couple of years now. We thought we’d caught all of them, then a couple of months later, we’d hear scratching in the same area. Fuckers seem to love our house since they won’t leave.
We’ve been setting traps in between the ceiling of the bathroom in the basement and dinning room floorboards. We’ve managed to catch 3 baby mice in two separate glue traps. We know that at least one got away and since the house smell like a dead mouse, we thought to believe that that fucker died. That’s not the case. One is still dead, but there seems to be one still alive, and I managed to catch it. I walked past it when I was going to mom’s craft room in the basement. Walked. Past. It. I thought I saw something weird on the floor since I subconsciously made sure not to step on it. I turned around slowly to find a large mouse just sitting a couple of feet away from me. I froze. One would think it would have scurried off when the light was turned on, but nope. I stayed there, barely moving. I turned back around to try to find something to trap it before it realized that there was a person there and run off. It didn’t. It only slightly moved, even when I walked over to it and put a tall tupperware container over it. I’m pretty sure it fell from the open area where you can see between the ceiling and the floorboards since it wasn’t moving that much.
Long story short, I can totally catch a mouse, as long as it has an injury.