Saturday, October 16, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Somewhere, Out there, Beneath the pale moonlight
So I was supposed to leave early today, but I got stuck doing some tasks.. and when I'm FINALLY getting ready to leave at like 11ish or so a co-worker tells me there's a mouse in the traps near the crafty area and you can hear it squeaking. I find a TINY baby mouse stuck to one of the mouse traps, also laden with reese’s peanut butter cups to lure potential mice... smart, but cruel. How do you resist peanut butter cups??
It was so small and cute and sad… and squeaking, and writhing around to try to get free... his entire side body was stuck to that trap. SO.. I got one of the cleaning guys and a co-worker to help me take the trap the sidewalk – armed with a fork and knife, I pried him off the trap and tried to free the mouse. There was so much goo on him, that he just kind of stuck to the sidewalk and my co-worker told me he was done for. He took the fork and laid it near the bushes.
I couldn't bear the thought of the mouse just dying on the sidewalk, and started my own animal rescue initiative. 3 minutes later, I went back armed with rubber gloves, water and smoking ash (with Berto, the cleaning guy, aka my new friend) – to try to clean him off.. and he was gone. Not sure if my other co-worker moved him because I was so sad about him just dying on the street, a bum picked him up, or now there’s a baby mouse roaming the streets of Venice with a fork stuck to his back. But this is how I get stuck until midnight at work when I really just wanted to leave at 8pm today...
Safe to say.. I am anti-sticky mouse traps.
It was so small and cute and sad… and squeaking, and writhing around to try to get free... his entire side body was stuck to that trap. SO.. I got one of the cleaning guys and a co-worker to help me take the trap the sidewalk – armed with a fork and knife, I pried him off the trap and tried to free the mouse. There was so much goo on him, that he just kind of stuck to the sidewalk and my co-worker told me he was done for. He took the fork and laid it near the bushes.
I couldn't bear the thought of the mouse just dying on the sidewalk, and started my own animal rescue initiative. 3 minutes later, I went back armed with rubber gloves, water and smoking ash (with Berto, the cleaning guy, aka my new friend) – to try to clean him off.. and he was gone. Not sure if my other co-worker moved him because I was so sad about him just dying on the street, a bum picked him up, or now there’s a baby mouse roaming the streets of Venice with a fork stuck to his back. But this is how I get stuck until midnight at work when I really just wanted to leave at 8pm today...
Safe to say.. I am anti-sticky mouse traps.
Yea.. those little dots? That's rat poo. Little baby rat poo.
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