is this "new-mouse, old-mouse?" i always had a strange attachment to the soft mouse toys our cats ate up. i felt sorry for them, like 'they were stuffed animals too,' by golly, and deserved the same rights as teddy bears and such.
i once got all over-sympathetic with a mouse that our python rejected. i took it outside to try to wash off the 100s of creepy mouse-mites embedded in its skin, so i might keep it or something, even though mice are so smelly, and i only ended up making the last part of its life more miserable, i think. it was weak and pitiful, and i put it in a jar, closed the lid and put it in the dumpster. ugh. what a memory.
other times, when we lived in a less urban place, i let the mice go when that happened. in winter, though.
that reminds me of the time there was a dying bird on my step in Tucson and I couldn't figure out what to do... finally I decided to go get it and put it in a bowl and stick it in the freezer, thinking that (if the adventure shows are to be believed) it would fall asleep as hyperthermia (hypo?hyper? you know what I mean) set in (or something) and then would freeze in its sleep... I am not sure how ready I was to actually carry out this plan when I went out to look at it again and it was gone...
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This reminds me of the chocolate bunny card you had. "My eye hurts"
"what? I can't hear well on that side"
kee :)
is this "new-mouse, old-mouse?"
i always had a strange attachment to the soft mouse toys our cats ate up. i felt sorry for them, like 'they were stuffed animals too,' by golly, and deserved the same rights as teddy bears and such.
i once got all over-sympathetic with a mouse that our python rejected. i took it outside to try to wash off the 100s of creepy mouse-mites embedded in its skin, so i might keep it or something, even though mice are so smelly, and i only ended up making the last part of its life more miserable, i think. it was weak and pitiful, and i put it in a jar, closed the lid and put it in the dumpster. ugh. what a memory.
other times, when we lived in a less urban place, i let the mice go when that happened. in winter, though.
the snake was not mine.
that reminds me of the time there was a dying bird on my step in Tucson and I couldn't figure out what to do... finally I decided to go get it and put it in a bowl and stick it in the freezer, thinking that (if the adventure shows are to be believed) it would fall asleep as hyperthermia (hypo?hyper? you know what I mean) set in (or something) and then would freeze in its sleep... I am not sure how ready I was to actually carry out this plan when I went out to look at it again and it was gone...
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