WALL-E

Here is the picture to go with my Facebook status update a while ago.  So you could see just how funny it really is.  Check out that shirt his Aunt Sheila gave him.  Aunt Sheila, he loves that shirt even though he can't appreciate the humor in it.- YET.

Facebook 9/8:  My son has a new lovey-a small food scale. He thinks it's WALL-E. I can't believe he fell asleep holding a 5x3.5" plastic square that measures chicken by the oz. We may be weird but atleast we're not dull... :o)

Mouse Powell

FINALLY after approximately a year of eluding capture of every mouse trap known to man or rodents, alike, (not to mention rat poison) I finally caught the tiny terror.  Thanks to my two cats along with my own cat like reflexes this little feral dude is on his way to being domesticated.

I'm sure you're thinking,

"did I just read domesticated?  Wait, doesn't she mean executed?"  

Nope, you read right. After all this time of outsmarting man and his deadly contraptions.  It just doesn't seem right to kill him.  I kind of have respect for my bug eyed nemeses that I've tried to get rid of for so long.  Dax took a peek and said 

 "Awe, he's a cute little mousey!  Hey little fella - hey cute mousy - wanna play?"  

That just about did it...definitely helped sway my decision towards mercy for mousey.

This mouse has been around so long it's almost as if he's apart of the family.  Like a disturbed sibling that wreaks habit but you are so use to him being part of a weekly (if not daily) ritual of trying to catch him.  I think he's earned the family name.

When I asked D to name him, he looked at him and hollered

"HEY MOUSE! WHAT'S YOUR NAME MOUSE?"

After all, I admit, I'm not grossed out by mice (*Rats- now that's DEFINITELY a different story) but ever since I was a kid I thought they were cute.  Sure, they are disease ridden and leave tiny droppings which disgusts me to no end especially because I use Clorox to clean up where they've left tiny droppings and I hate the smell of Clorox.  You know if you caught me in the middle of cleaning up where they've been and you were to ask me what I think about mice, I'd absolutely be singing a different tune.  I'd want to recommend mouse genocide.  But, put that same mouse in a little small house with a tiny litter box and wallah, you've got a fun funky little pet that will run up and down your arms.  How do I know this?  How do you think?

I would like you to meet Mr. Ben "the Mousey" Powell - formerly known as Pest!

Pet Mouse... Seem strange? Yeah it is. But at least we're not this bad off. I would never write a song or a movie about a mouse. But I do sing the song to him. "Ben, your always running here and there, you feel you're not wanted - anywhere.... ;o)



FYI:  Have your own mouse problem?  Don't call Pest Control or what most people refer to as the Bug Man.  Most don't do that type of pests.  Or at least our Pest Control doesn't.  We use A-1 and I absolutely adore them.  Especially the reminder calls from his wife (who in 20 years not once altered her tone or script when leaving the message).  However, they won't whack a mouse for you, so you'll need to seek out a special pest control for that.

Sadly to say that "Ben" didn't live but a little over a week in captivity.  I don't think that's why he died b/c as soon as he got his own little house he seemed as happy as could be.  I think the kitties had probably hurt him before I got to him.  I'm not even joking when I say we miss him.  Dax and I had fun letting him swim in the bathtub everyday.