Rebus Rhymes
Not that I’d want to alarm anyone, but for some reason today I was thinking about that “I’m a Little Teapot” rhyme. Becky and I didn’t recall it the same so, thanks to the internet, I can report that it goes like this.
I’ve added a link to “Mother Goose Rebus Rhymes” over in the “Links” section for future reference. In particular, I like “Little Bunny Foo Foo”, a fellow Mouse Hunter. I wonder why they’re called “Rebus Rhymes”…
The mice are either all dead, all retreated, or all bivouaced planning a new strategy. In any event, the last few traps have remained unsprung for a couple of days now.
We gave Cinnamon a bath and manicure today. So far, that’s the extent of our holiday weekend, except for kiddie rhymes and picking up apples in the back yard. Oh, yeah, we rented Kill Bill 2 and watched it last night. It’s great! Anyway, hope everyone else is enjoying a little more excitement. Hmm, think I’ll cut HarpShot loose for a few blues licks.
Tales of the Intrepid Mouse Hunter
So this morning Becky went downstairs to let Cinnamon out for her morning business, and the big 40 pound bag of dogfood shook and made noises and scared the bejeebers out of her. Mouse inside. Or maybe jumping off. Whatever. Becky didn’t like it. Tonight I went down and set out five standard traps and four boxes of d-Con at strategic locations where Cinnamon couldn’t get at them. Just made it back up to the top of the stairs when Clack! Score one for Mouse Hunter.
Lest anyone decry the senseless and inhumane slaughter of these cute little denizens of God’s kingdom, let me just say that we had no takers on the ads we ran during the last invasion, seeking sensitive mouse catchers to collect them up in a humane and painless fashion and relocate them to an environmentally friendly habitat. All we succeeded in doing was generating a heated debate about whether it was humane to abandon domesticated mice in a natural habitat where, deprived through no fault of their own of normal development of defensive behaviors, they would fall easy and unsportsmanlike prey to predators if, indeed, they did not starve first for want of foraging skills in a non-man-made domain. Who knows how long the picketing factions would have scowled and hurled epithets at each other on Lazy Brook Lane if the fellow down on Brush Creek hadn’t been spotted gouging into the gopher runs in his back yard, pitch fork in one hand and baseball bat in the other. Apparently, skewered and battered gopher is more tantalizing than garroted mouse.
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No Harm Done
September 6, 2004
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John
I’m happy to report that no injuries were sustained when the old folks went Labor Day wild and strapped on their inline skates for a little free wheeling adventure on the bike trail. And that’s even after installing Becky’s new wheels so she could go…. FASTER! Actually, the intention was to make it easier, and in this the endeavor was a success, but the other was a side effect. It’s just that it was a PERFECT day, low (well, low for Kansas) humidity, 80 degrees, a breeze, sunshine, lots of noisy but unseen insects. Okay, we saw a few mosquitoes, but not too many.
Then we went to Sonic and she had raspberry limeade and I had cherry limeade.
Afterwards, I mowed the yard. Whoopee.
She made a great taco salad for supper, and that was our Labor Day! Tomorrow, back to the salt mines.
UPDATE: Becky’s mom broke her hip this evening. We don’t think she was rollerblading. Status unknown at present.