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i don't eat meat, but the dogs do, i won't ... the garage, i think i'll just leave them there. :-)

To paraphrase a recent speech, the mice in our house are trying to establish a totalitarian rodent empire that reaches ... will never back down, we will never give in, and we will never accept anything less than complete victory! Cate

) That speech definitely works better applied to rodents than it does applied to humans.

Catherine
& Zoe the cockerchow
& Queenie the black gold retriever
& Rosalie the calico
Just last week I saw a mouse crawl out of Orson's kong!

Really? Those are some brazen mice you've got there.

Twice. Brazen is a good word for it. I'm disgusted.
I've been pulling the sled together in preparation for winter (picture me and 6 dogs standing out in the yard, staring up at the sky, tapping our feet and saying "c'mon, snow, dammit").

Me too. We had flakes for 5 minutes today, and you would've thought I was 5.
I retrieved the sled bag from the new barn
and when I opened it up to air it out I found that four field mice had taken up residence ... and they went scurrying away, and they've probably taken up residence and are chewing through stuff in the other barn.

We saw evidence of mice in our Ithaca house, but, after the cat dispatched one inside the house, I expect they were happy to survive on wood and insulation in the walls. They were easy to co-exist with.
I have a friend who found a couple of rats in her horse barn and put poison out, but she's worried about inadvertently poisoning her way up the food chain.

Yeah, that's been a worry of mine as well, getting the poison into places that neither the cat nor the dog can reach. Plus it isn't even working! They're gobbling up the poison at the rate of a tray per week (maybe 2-3 oz of pellets) and still showing up on the stove.

Cate
We saw evidence of mice in our Ithaca house, but, after the cat dispatched one inside the house, I expect they were happy to survive on wood and insulation in the walls. They were easy to co-exist with.

Greta had a gentle Collie soul, and her usual attitude towards the mice inside the house seemed to be "Isn't it nice that we can all be together like this?" One day, though, I came home from work to find blood spattered all over the kitchen and one completely wrung-out mouse carcass. I have *no* idea how she made such a mess with just one mouse, but fortunately she never did it again.

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Don't think you are going to conceal faults by concealing evidence that they ever existed. Dwight D Eisenhower
However, I do think the Hindus might have it backwards maybe if humans are good enough, they will get to come back as dogs?

keep in mind, this is an individual thing. i have another Hindu friend who would like to come back as an ant. a simple, hard working life seems like his idea of perfection.
me, i'm not sure. insects are tempting. or birds. anything with a very small brane that can fly is ideal for me.
-kelly
i don't eat meat, but the dogs do, i won't ... the garage, i think i'll just leave them there. :-)

To paraphrase a recent speech, the mice in our house are trying to establish a totalitarian rodent empire that reaches ... lick marks in a still-hot saucepan. One of these evil creatures was spotted near the computer cables in my office.

well, i never!
what naughty little creatures. it must be that ridiculous "Nutcracker" play. it's amazing how popular fiction can make the lower classes think they can run about the house as if they live there. you really must get those spoiled dogs of yours back to work!

-kelly
Greta had a gentle Collie soul, and her usual attitude towards the mice inside the house seemed to be "Isn't ... have *no* idea how she made such a mess with just one mouse, but fortunately she never did it again.

It's funny there was that kind of mouse-bloodbath after Greta was seemingly so laissez-faire about it. That mouse must've done something to *** her off something terrible.
Our cat, Emily, had a dead mouse laid out for us in a spot where we couldn't miss it when we returned from our honeymoon. It had only one small hole on its flank. It looked to be peacefully sleeping. We couldn't tell if it was the "gift" one always hears cats make out of small animals, or if it was a warning from Emily, Godfather-style, not to leave her alone for two weeks ever again.
That was the second time we left her for an extended period. The first time, her "gift" to me was a pile of crap on my pillow.

Cate
Greta had a gentle Collie soul, and her usual attitude towards the mice inside the house seemed to be "Isn't ... have *no* idea how she made such a mess with just one mouse, but fortunately she never did it again.

here's how the scene would play out at our home:
Lola: sees mouse. creeps slowly towards it, sniffing. mouse moves. Lola jumps backward about 10 feet. mouse runs away. Lola runs to mouse. repeat as necessary until mouse disappears.
Manu: sees mouse. rushes mouse, chases, catches, carries around proudly while still alive, delighting in squeaky noises. drops, paws, picks up, bites gently, throws in air, paws, picks up, throws in air, repeat until squeaking stops. prods with nose. tests for proper chewy consistency. walks away disgusted.
-kelly
it's amazing how popular fiction can make the lower classes think
they can run about the house as if they live there. you really must get those spoiled dogs of yours back to work!

We've been threatening both the dog and the cat that they'll be returned to the SPCA if they don't start earning their keep. Emily the cat merely sits and meows at one of the places where the mice come out. Orson was ready to kill on a day when he had cornered one, but the little bugger ran between our legs and got away.
Cate
I have a friend who found a couple of rats in her horse barn and put poison out, but she's worried about inadvertently poisoning her way up the food chain.

I used to have a shed with a bad mouse problem. I didn't really care that the mice were in there, and there wasn't much they would really harm.
BUT It occurred to me that a shed full of mice was the perfect home for snakes. I was so paranoid that whenever I went into the shed, I would fling open the doors and then step back to let anything that might want to slither or scurry away do so. Then I'd go STOMP once on
the wooden floor and back up again. Only then would I carefully sneak in to get whatever I wanted out.

Okay, laugh if you will. I know I was paranoid. But the mere thought of some snake dropping from
the rafters down on me gave me the willies.
Bizby
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