I don't see very well without my glasses, but at 5:30 am I see well enough to know that a mouse ran across my feet in the hall. OK, I've been in denial about those little black specks scattered under the kitchen sink where we keep the garbage can. Oh, I said to John, it's probably just spilled coffee grounds, or something...
I thought I'd look for a cute mouse poem this morning. But I didn't feel like it.
Where's Vino when you need him?
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of the DEVIL-- we haven't seen him for weeks, but a few minutes ago he showed up at the back door when I was cleaning up the kitchen. Guess what? Roast chicken for dinner, and he ate a nice piece. Much better than raw mice. Not to mention, the baby and dog have gone home.
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