Man, I had a busy weekend. Went to the TSLA. Wrote a piece. Ran out of time to write another piece. Did a buttload of dishes. Played with the kids. Walked the dog. Worked on these afghans.
Did I mention “did a buttload of dishes”?
Okay, so I know there was no mouse poop in the silverware drawer on Saturday because the silverware drawer was nearly empty until I filled it with all the silverware I washed.
So, it was with great alarm that I learned the Butcher found a ton, literally a metric ton, of mouse poop in the drawer Sunday morning. Was there a mouse orgy in the drawer? Could they not have done that late Friday night when the drawer was mostly empty instead of pooping on all my clean silverware?
But that’s not the only thing that pisses me off. I have two cats, both of whom regularly catch and kill things outside. One of whom likes to bring in the things she’s killed, sing about her kill, and then eat everything but the guts and heads, which she then leaves for me to step on in the middle of the night.
How in the fuck do I have two mousers and mice in the kitchen?
Because you have two slackers? To be fair, the mice probably came in under the cabinets and straight up the wall into the drawers. Those two mousers may have been sitting helplessly in front of the scene with no access.
I know you’re right, but it just makes me so mad. I’m half tempted to leave the cabinet doors open all the time to give the cats access.