june hughes

Some time ago, our cat brought in a mouse and it escaped. Bas called
it Trevor. We caught it in a humane trap and let it loose in a park.
(Contrary to what Dave said about neighbouring houses, there were none
in the vicinity). Since then, the cat has brought in three or four and
we have found them dead in the lounge. (For some unknown reason, one was
left in the waste paper basket).

Last night, I was cooking dinner and had a cow's foot in the oven with
the intention of making some nice, jellied stock. I removed the bones
from the roasting tin and felt something in the oven glove. At first, I
thought it was a bit of meat off the bones, then realised it was cold
and soft. I withdrew my hand and to my horror, in my palm there lay a
dead mouse. It must only have been there for a few hours as it was
still soft. I tossed it and the oven glove in the air and screamed
loudly several times. (I am not afraid of mice and am not the screaming
sort but that is just too much). Daughter, who was with us for dinner,
joined in with the screaming!

I gathered my senses and wrapped up the mouse thoroughly before putting
it in the bin. It was quite funny afterwards but not at the time.
--
June Hughes

dave fawthrop

| Some time ago, our cat brought in a mouse and it escaped. Bas called
| it Trevor. We caught it in a humane trap and let it loose in a park.
| (Contrary to what Dave said about neighbouring houses, there were none
| in the vicinity). Since then, the cat has brought in three or four and
| we have found them dead in the lounge.

It is just being nice to you.
To your cat you are cats in its pride, and deserve a share of its prey.

| (For some unknown reason, one was
| left in the waste paper basket).

That is where you store things, to a cats mind.

| Last night, I was cooking dinner and had a cow's foot in the oven with
| the intention of making some nice, jellied stock. I removed the bones
| from the roasting tin and felt something in the oven glove. At first, I
| thought it was a bit of meat off the bones, then realised it was cold
| and soft. I withdrew my hand and to my horror, in my palm there lay a
| dead mouse. It must only have been there for a few hours as it was
| still soft. I tossed it and the oven glove in the air and screamed
| loudly several times. (I am not afraid of mice and am not the screaming
| sort but that is just too much). Daughter, who was with us for dinner,
| joined in with the screaming!
|
| I gathered my senses and wrapped up the mouse thoroughly before putting
| it in the bin. It was quite funny afterwards but not at the time.

Then something unusual happens. Stop, Think, Plan, Act.
Cribbed from airline pilots instructions. --
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june hughes

In message <bfpqr0p5hn0gc733srit2a823i42g9bo05@4ax.com>, Dave Fawthrop
<hyphen@hyphenologist.co.uk> writes

In my case, it was Stop, Scream, Think, Plan, Act.

PS I am ashamed to say I have only just posted your magazine this
morning but it went first class, so with a bit of luck and a following
wind, you should have it tomorrow.
--
June Hughes

oxymel of squill

don't know what it is about mice but they evoke quite irrational reactions.
I'm perfectly happy with pet mice and even the rat that someone I visited
kept in their kitchen in a cage. But when a mouse scampered across the
kitchen floor in my last house I yelped and literally jumped, landing, alas
for the poor creature, on it. Her in fact, and as it turned out, pregnantly
so, as I had to clear up several miniatures which shot out of her.

Ewwww. Isn't Nature hideous?

the reids

Following up to June Hughes


I found a rat hiding in an empty bean can in a rented cottage
once.
--
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june hughes

In message <32591uF3gc5eeU1@individual.net>, Oxymel of Squill
<jon@quisquis.co.uk> writes


Yuk. That story is even more horrible than mine.
--
June Hughes

ophelia

I can commiserate My kids used to bring me all kinds of creatures in
their buckets when they were small. We were living in Malta at the time and
the creatures were manifold)

dave fawthrop

| In message <bfpqr0p5hn0gc733srit2a823i42g9bo05@4ax.com>, Dave Fawthrop
| <hyphen@hyphenologist.co.uk> writes
| >
| >Then something unusual happens. Stop, Think, Plan, Act.
| >Cribbed from airline pilots instructions.
| In my case, it was Stop, Scream, Think, Plan, Act.

If you had "thought", you would not have bothered screaming.

--
Dave F

dave fawthrop

| Following up to June Hughes |
| >I gathered my senses and wrapped up the mouse thoroughly before putting
| >it in the bin. It was quite funny afterwards but not at the time.
|
| I found a rat hiding in an empty bean can in a rented cottage
| once.

For rats mice etc, etc, I put on a latex glove, pick it up, Remove the
glove reverse it over the object, Tie off the wrist of the glove. Bin.

The latex gloves are _officially_ part of the first aid kit for if one has
to deal with body fluids, HIV, hepatitis etc. In real life they get used
for general mucky jobs.


--
Dave F

phil c.

Many years ago Mrs C worked in a lab at London Zoo and had to dispose
of mice. I refer to this as her vivisectrix period but only if I want
a thump.

In rural areas we're forced to become pretty blase about rodent
disposal. We've only got one cat left at the moment (after one
mysteriously vanished after someone had been shooting nearby and one
met with a hideous accident). He does his best but there's more
"wildlife" than he can manage so we've got a couple of kittens
arriving for Christmas.
--
Phil C.