Yeah, okay, that’s not creepy at all…

And we’re back. Sorry about that, the host took one of its little vacations there for a few hours. Seems fine now, though.

At the moment I’m on the lookout for the rodent from hell, which left me a little surprise under the Jeep’s hood this morning. Every evening I set a mousetrap under there and every morning I find a dead mouse. If I set two mousetraps, more often than not I’ll have two dead mice. It’s just a thing they do.

But this morning I found rather less. I found a mouse’s body with the usual broken neck – and I could confirm that the neck was broken because I could see the fractured spine right there, attached to the mouse skull. The totally fleshless mouse skull. It was like a scene from the Columbian drug war.

I guess those are the chances you take when you’re an intrepid mouse explorer, huh?
Tomorrow morning I’m going to the big town about fifty miles away for an eye appointment. While there I hope to figure out just how I’m going to buy and transport all the materials I need for the major part of the cabin siding. The money’s in the bank, thank you very much, I just need to work out the details of spending it. And then if the weather would only stop acting like early spring, we can get this thing waterproof at last before another monsoon goes by.

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3 Responses to Yeah, okay, that’s not creepy at all…

  1. Kentucky says:

    Creepy, indeed. Does this by any chance give you pause when you hear little skittering noises at night?

  2. MamaLiberty says:

    EEEWWWW, that does sound creepy. Open the hood of the jeep very carefully, and wear heavy gloves maybe? You do seem to live with “interesting” problems… in the Chinese sense.

  3. Geoff Ross says:

    Seen that a lot when I used to trap mice for a living. Get two in a multiple catch trap and one would kill the other and eat the brains! They are cannibalistic critters, even eat their own young.

    As we used to say, the second mouse gets the cheese, or in your case the brains!

To the stake with the heretic!