Ah, the joys of moving. I’m in the middle of moving to a new home, which means a whole lot of cleaning, throwing out, organizing, donating, uncluttering, and packing.
I’ve tried to organize the process and do a little bit in a certain area each day, and so far I’m about 5 days behind schedule.
I have empty boxes piled in the living room, right next to packed boxes piled in the living room, while still trying to maintain the rest of the house and quite frankly, I feel like I’m living in a rat hole.
I’m not sure why story books and cartoons portray mice as such cute critters.
If you ask me, there is nothing cute about a mouse.
They’re dirty, they’re nasty, they scurry about leaving those little mouse turds behind. And I just got the shivers, no lying. In the cartoons, they always have a cute little face and live in a tidy little mouse-hole with a rocking chair and an afghan. Maybe a little table and a few chairs formed from old thread spools they’ve collected. Mama mouse wears an apron and daddy mouse usually dons a vest with a pocket watch with a pair of spectacles resting on his nose.
But that’s Hollywood or Walt Disney and certainly not an accurate portrayal of the rodent which I hate.
Living in the country, mice are pretty inevitable. I mean, really I’m living on their turf out here in a big open field.
Not too long ago, I blogged about my mouse troubles here. And how I went about getting two little kittens from my mom’s to help ward off the mice.
Well, I think they are doing their job.
Or something is.
This is the gross of the grossest, I know. But this rat was lying dead in the drive the other day. J-Dub doesn’t have a gigantic foot by any means, but nonetheless that is one big dude.
Funny, I don’t see his little pocket watch or spectacles. This isn’t one of Cinderella’s little helpers is it? More like Templeton from Charlotte’s Web, who is the accurate depiction of a true rat. A nasty, fat, filthy varmint. A dead one, at that.
So kudos to the cats.
Or the dogs.
Or the sudden acute coronary thrombosis that took his life.