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There are mice in the cottage.

Just thought you'd like to know.
At our cottage, that's Tuesday. I remember our dog freaking out when one skittered through the living room while we were playing cards or something. Went racing after it doing the classic "baying of the hounds" (beagle). Oddly, the cat never seemed especially bothered about them. She was not a mighty huntress save the odd poor insect.
 
We got one with a bucket. There is at least one more. They are little mice. Which probably means they were born inside.

Yay.
 
We've had mice in the trailer a couple times. We have traps around just in case. When we have a mouse, we put peanut butter and a cranberry on it. They love that snack. :)
 
Today is a sloth day with little tasks in-between book reading. I cleared a spot where we have tea and discovered four full boxes of teas, two tins of decaf Earl Grey, one tin of a chai and one bag of decaf Irish Breakfast. The boxes of tea got put into a cookie jar after the elderly tea in the cookie jar was discarded. Now we have proper space for our favourite travel mugs. There's another tea basket that I will probably address later. Dishes from a few days are done. With only two of us here, that's not a lot.

Now back to the book. I finished a weird ebook by a Canadian author and now am continuing a real book that is set partly in Paris during WWII.
 
Got a second with a plastic trap. I thought it might be a catch-and-release trap. The caught mouse's body language was not good as I released the trap and flung him into the woods. He flew very un-live-mouse like.
 
I agree…need a title. My hippie friend from my near hippie days is in town so we spent some time together. We sure are a lot tamer than we were back in our 20’s! We walked around the midway and talked about all the rides we used to go on.
 
Now I'm curious. Canadian and weird sounds interesting. :unsure:

The book is I Am a Truck by Michelle Winters. It's set in NB and tells the story of Agathe and Réjean. Rejean goes missing just before their 20th wedding anniversary and Agathe has to live without him. The ending is apparently funny to some.
 
I helped my friend clean out her mothers house again on Friday. Didn’t know there still was a basement full of stuff. There also had been a dead “something” down there who had spread a bad stink all around. I could not stay down there, but brought things up to pack upstairs.
Went to my old neighbours nursing home on Saturday- typical nursing home- older building. Lots of staff, but that couls be deceiving because they had lots of people in bed and in wheelchairs, so heavy care . H. asked me “why”- and thought her daughter “ wanted her out of the way”. She is convinced she could live on her own…- well, she couldn’t even make herself a sandwich anymore….But this place would not be my first pick- just little things- nobody in a wheelchair was given the call bell or anything to call for help. H. told me she assisted a person at her table feeding her otherwise she would not have eaten….though I think they would eventually gotten around to her, but how often get people cold food..
I won’t be able to visit more than once on weekends, probably rather less. Its a bit more than a hour on weekends without traffic, after work with traffic would go right through all areas they announce backing up traffic on the radio.
 
There are mice in the cottage.

Just thought you'd like to know.

Mycae are everywhere ... sometimes passing as Mycael ... who goes by as a flash int the great night of that thing ... das oul! Where the light goes for imbedding ... a penetrating psyche? There are those that say there is no such thing ... but then how would you know, without organic thought? It is an odd thing ... isn't nought! O ...
 
The book is I Am a Truck by Michelle Winters. It's set in NB and tells the story of Agathe and Réjean. Rejean goes missing just before their 20th wedding anniversary and Agathe has to live without him. The ending is apparently funny to some.

There are many alien and mysterious things going on in NB ... note that well ... the source of greasy, oily and Jack ... king of the Silesia ... that's the forester!
 
Good morning! Mice in various places, traps for them, weird Canadian e-books, cleaning out houses, including a basement with ghastly aromas, amusement park rides that one would not willingly experience again, plus whatever arises today furnishes us with lots to discuss around the Coffee Cart. Let us chat, support, and create connections, as we drink tea and coffee, and enjoy crumpets. The baked goods are fresh from the bakery, the tea water is boiling , the coffee freshbrewed. All is ready, all are welcome. Come in and share the conversations!

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I wouldn't get on that the first time!
Ditto. My tolerance for rides got tested a few times when Little M was young. Between my fear of heights and my wife's motion sickness, it was always a toss-up as to who would go rides with him until he was big enough to go on by himself.
 
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