Survivor is quite the... survivor. I had just come home from a lovely swim when a bright pink note caught my eye on the detaining vase in the garage reading: "Just call me SURVIVOR". It was then I realized this is much more serious than I thought. (Blog worthy) Al had poured some water in the bottom of the vase to give him something to drink. Survivor didn't like that; clawing at the sides of the vase to escape the fear of becoming the drowned rat... Err, umm, mouse. So, Al put a block of wood at the bottom of the vase so he could stand on dry ground. How thoughtful. A large amount of d- Con was added to the vase. Shown brilliantly in the picture at top. Strange as it seems, Survivor has been feasting on mouse poison. He hasn't experienced any side effects. No seizures, no vomiting, no death. Nada. Perhaps he's some kind of evolved species. Radio active maybe? I'm kind of worried that the next time I check on him he will have exploded or something due to his high dosage of poison.
Note for all the worried and or mad readers: This is a learning experiment to get rid of the mice infesting our home. If our poison is not effective to kill the mice, we will know from this experiment. It is not for our amusement and is not seem as cruelty... To us at least... To me at least. I don't know if I can speak for Al.
(Al, if PETA comes after you... I'm sorry.)
The lovely Christina found this at Target. It's weird. But it's apparently vintage...So, I have my new weird-vintage ring. I wear it all the time. I'm so pleased with this find of hers.
It had been a looooong night/ morning. Come 6am I still hadn't gone to bed. I went upstairs, said goodbye to Al and Jeri, and ate some pasta for breakfast. Yep, pasta. I went back downstairs, back into Brett's room that still smells like him and back into the bed that still smells like him. (with a faint chlorine smell thanks to me and my swimming, swimming, swimming) The blankets were still warm. My tummy was full of yummy bow tie pastas. I was suddenly feeling sleepy. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. For a mere 22 minutes I slept. After my short but peaceful nap I decided that I should get ready and have a super productive day. I went into the bathroom, stripped, (whistles) turned on the water and waited for the water to be jussst the right temperature. I flung the shower curtain open. Right when I was about to step into my steaming shower I noticed something on the floor of the bathtub. A huge lint ball? A scrap of rag towel? A bird? A plane? NO! It was a mouse! Shivering, petrified, soaking wet. I turned off the water and sat on the side of the bathtub. I stared at him. How'd he get in my bathtub? Gross... I don't even want to know. I said, "Umm... you've put me in a very awkward position. What am I going to do with you?" He stared at me with his beady little eyes. I called Jeri. After much deliberation we decided to put him in a vase. I found the tallest, "roomiest" vase I could find. I set it down in the bathtub. That mouse just crawled right inside. Weird. As of now, the mouse is being detained for questioning in the garage. (Al is "taking care" of him)
I have listened to Stay With Me by Josh Gracin about a million times tonight.
I love this song.
And I usually don't listen to country.
Taylor Swift is an exception though.
This makes me feel organized- There is an angry cat fight outside of my window. It reminds me of the cat fights I'd hear at night when I was a little girl. It scared me to hear those cats screaming profanities at each other. I have a kitty. Her name is Shyann. She was born in the closet when I was in 7Th grade...? Long story, just know she and I went way back. When I'd hear cat fights I'd grab Shyann and hold her tight. (I'm reminding you that I was young, very young and this was a big deal to me.) I remember one night I woke up to a cat fight but I didn't feel the warmth from MY kitty who would lay at my feet. I ran upstairs and opened the door. I was too scared to go outside by myself with crazed casts running about so pressed my nose against the screen door. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty!" I called. A gray cat ran from the bushes and my cute kitty came flying towards me. I picked her up and carried her back to bed. Shyann now lives with her grandmother in Orem.
- I can't decide if I'm jealous that my friends are in school this semester and I'm not. I'm sure if I was in a class I'd be thinking otherwise.
- I find myself counting to three a lot more lately. It's mostly because of the summer slowly turning into the selfish, cold, lonely winter. I know I skipped Autumn but minus the changing leaves I dislike Autumn. Autumn is pretty but pointless. (Pretty pointless... I know you went there)
- Today I purchased two Cd's. See top. Don't hate. I love them. Especially Beyonce.
- I love Zaza's gelato. I had no idea what gelato was all I knew was it was pleasing to my taste. But thanks to dictionary.com, I do. I feel that I should share this knowledge to those uneducated about gelato as I once was. eh-hem. Gelato is an Italian ice cream with almost no air and thereby denser than other ice creams. So now you know. Do I mind spending $4.31 on mango goodness? No, not really.
- Brett called yesterday! It turns out I get to see him in October after all!
- I need more jeans. This is a legit need. It's not a girly I want to go shopping "need", I really do need jeans. Besides, I really don't like shopping, especially for jeans. Mine are falling off my body. I can take them on and off with out unbuttoning or unzipping them.
- There are many Mucho Mango Arizona Tea cans in my room. I am finding that purchasing a Mucho Mango at night is more common than not. Maybe it's because Brett and I would always get one. Harmons is there for me until midnight every night to offer me my fix. It is my constant safety. I love you Mucho Mango. Don't you go changing on me.
