Brains are funny little beasts… if they don’t get enough oxygen, or they get banged about, they seem to make you take leave of your senses. Silly brains.
And last night, my cat brought in the MOST vocal mouse I’ve ever heard. We found it this morning in the bathroom and it scurried down the hall. We trapped it under a bookshelf… Judy grabbed its tail and I scooped it up in a plastic cashew container… the whole time, the scared little thing squealed like a pig! We released it back outside as we are not cold-blooded killers (like our cat).
Yeah, mice can be loud when they feel they need to be! Good on you letting the poor thing go. Meanwhile your cat was probably thinking ‘What, you didn’t like it!? I hunt all night to find a nice juicy mouse and you let it go! Gratitude!’
Trev… well, she spent the rest of the morning looking for it. She likes “to play”… I like mice in that I grew up with lots of cute illustrated stories about them. I even had some fancy mice as pets a long time ago. I just don’t like having them around running loose in my house.
When I was doing a Field Geology camp the prof brought his rat terrier, Snort, along. The dog kept whining and sniffing around a woodpile, so we thought there might be a colony of rats there. One of the students shifted the wood away and, when she had moved most of it. the denizens turned out to be a flying squirrel and her four infants. Snort ate two of them and the mother squirrel climbed the concrete wall and waited until she could get away. Everybody who had been eager to get rid of rats went “Awwww” and thoguht what a shame it was. I had to point out that from Snort’s point of view, it was just another rodent and he was doing his job.
Snort was incredibly resilient. Once he slipped into a crevasse in a mine. Nobody could see the bottom and the dog didn’t answer when called. No barking, no whining, nothing. The prof figured the fall had killed him. A couple of weeks later he got a call that the miners had heard barking there. He flew back, rappelled down and found Snort still alive, though he’d lost about half his body weight. He must have been able to find water down there. The prof brought him back, fed him up, and he was as good as new..
Wow… Snort was quite the adventurer and hunter. I, myself, like squirrels and feel bad for the nest, but he was just doing his job… as cats do. In Paris, it’s not unlikely to see cats in Parisian restaurants doing their job after hours.
Another animal tale from Field Camp. One evening a rattlesnake decided to take up rsidence a few feet from the entrance to the bathrooms. This was considered awkward, and one student, who intended to join the Salem police department after graduation, had brought a pistol and offerred to shoot the snake. All the other students gathered behind him except me, and I went to the other end of the building, putting three concrete walls between me and excitment at the other end. I counted the shots, seven. Then he brought the snake’s remains around so I and a prof could admire it.
“Cedric,” I said, “you fired seven shots but hit the snake only four times?”
Salem Police Department rules of engagement. You fire over their heads three tiimes first.”
Well, at least we did not have to worry about a snake on the path if we had a call of nature in the middle of the night.
In six weeks that was the only rattler I saw. The place is infested with them and everybody else saw rattlesnakes. In one case a student heard a rattle from under the rock she was standing on and her feet did not touch the ground for ten feet, she jumped so far and fast.
I think Randie needs professional help for her obsession with gnomes. I suggest a good bartender.
I’ve had a concussion, and this is how it feels….you know the words but they wander around on their own….
Brains are funny little beasts… if they don’t get enough oxygen, or they get banged about, they seem to make you take leave of your senses. Silly brains.
Still down for the count, I guess.
Sometimes the repercussions of a concussion go on for weeks and months. Ryan’s in it for the long haul, what with a band on his finger and everything.
It does kinda feel like she’s had some improvement, though… yay!
Indeed, there is improvement … down time for the brain is a good thing.
It’ll be interesting to see if you have any permanent changes for Randie in mind. (As it were.) And if you do, what it/they is/are.
My friend George had long lasting effects… he lost his short term memory.
The gnomes, they are a’marchin’…… the cat, she is a’prowlin’….. the gnomes have chairs a’swingin’ but the cat is leaping and yowlin’…..
Haha! Now we just need to put that to a beat.
And last night, my cat brought in the MOST vocal mouse I’ve ever heard. We found it this morning in the bathroom and it scurried down the hall. We trapped it under a bookshelf… Judy grabbed its tail and I scooped it up in a plastic cashew container… the whole time, the scared little thing squealed like a pig! We released it back outside as we are not cold-blooded killers (like our cat).
Yeah, mice can be loud when they feel they need to be! Good on you letting the poor thing go. Meanwhile your cat was probably thinking ‘What, you didn’t like it!? I hunt all night to find a nice juicy mouse and you let it go! Gratitude!’
Trev… well, she spent the rest of the morning looking for it. She likes “to play”… I like mice in that I grew up with lots of cute illustrated stories about them. I even had some fancy mice as pets a long time ago. I just don’t like having them around running loose in my house.
When I was doing a Field Geology camp the prof brought his rat terrier, Snort, along. The dog kept whining and sniffing around a woodpile, so we thought there might be a colony of rats there. One of the students shifted the wood away and, when she had moved most of it. the denizens turned out to be a flying squirrel and her four infants. Snort ate two of them and the mother squirrel climbed the concrete wall and waited until she could get away. Everybody who had been eager to get rid of rats went “Awwww” and thoguht what a shame it was. I had to point out that from Snort’s point of view, it was just another rodent and he was doing his job.
Snort was incredibly resilient. Once he slipped into a crevasse in a mine. Nobody could see the bottom and the dog didn’t answer when called. No barking, no whining, nothing. The prof figured the fall had killed him. A couple of weeks later he got a call that the miners had heard barking there. He flew back, rappelled down and found Snort still alive, though he’d lost about half his body weight. He must have been able to find water down there. The prof brought him back, fed him up, and he was as good as new..
Wow… Snort was quite the adventurer and hunter. I, myself, like squirrels and feel bad for the nest, but he was just doing his job… as cats do. In Paris, it’s not unlikely to see cats in Parisian restaurants doing their job after hours.
Another animal tale from Field Camp. One evening a rattlesnake decided to take up rsidence a few feet from the entrance to the bathrooms. This was considered awkward, and one student, who intended to join the Salem police department after graduation, had brought a pistol and offerred to shoot the snake. All the other students gathered behind him except me, and I went to the other end of the building, putting three concrete walls between me and excitment at the other end. I counted the shots, seven. Then he brought the snake’s remains around so I and a prof could admire it.
“Cedric,” I said, “you fired seven shots but hit the snake only four times?”
Salem Police Department rules of engagement. You fire over their heads three tiimes first.”
Well, at least we did not have to worry about a snake on the path if we had a call of nature in the middle of the night.
In six weeks that was the only rattler I saw. The place is infested with them and everybody else saw rattlesnakes. In one case a student heard a rattle from under the rock she was standing on and her feet did not touch the ground for ten feet, she jumped so far and fast.
I think Randie needs professional help for her obsession with gnomes. I suggest a good bartender.
You would not find ME anywhere near a place with a rattler infestation. Granted I’m more afraid of spiders than snakes, but still. Yeesh!
Yes, Randie needs therapy… most of the time her therapist is her sketchbook. But they just receive info, for the most part.