Mice! This one got away, at least for the moment. Just after we retired to bed last night, Mist appeared in the bedroom doorway, mouse in mouth. However, as I turned on the light, Mist must have been slightly distracted, for just at that moment the mouse leapt from certain death and ran for his life. He escaped into the spare room, hiding effectively from Mist and Attila, who was also hot on the trail, under a heavy bureau. Attila made a few feeble attempts to assist Mist in a recapture, but efforts failed. We turned off the light and drifted off to sleep, hoping that Mist would work her magic while we slept.
Our night offered no further interruptions, and no captured mouse. On to Plan B. This morning I put a sticky trap in the spare bedroom and closed the door. If the mouse is still in there, it will get hungry, thus being attracted to the trap. That is my logic and strategy.
Today the humidity is so extreme that any part of my body sticks to anything I touch. Water almost drips from the air. We did get rain over night and it was a much-needed rain. It did not last long, just long enough to wake both of us from a sound sleep. However, the silvery dead look that was beginning to predominate the plants in the yard has now turned to a tentative green.
With the humidity as high as it is, I have plans to move as little as humanly possible today. Some summer days are meant to be merely survived. This is one of those days.
The evening arrived cool and comfortable. Attila even had time to install a few hooks in my closet, to keep handy the clothes that I wear daily. The mousetrap remained empty all day, so we have placed the trap in the spare bedroom closet and plan to keep the closet door shut. Mist’s nose is out of joint, she hates closed doors and has approached me several times, insisting that justice be done and the closet door opened. I have explained to her that the “magic mouse door opener” is the only way to get that door open. If she brings me the mouse, the door will open like magic.
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Touching the Sky
"Too many have dispensed with generosity in order to practice charity."
French existentialist author & philosopher (1913 - 1960)
Press 100.5 kPa?
Visibility 15 km
Humidity 94 %
Wind WNW 13 km/h
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