War on Mice

For the past couple of months we have gone from never seeing any mice or mice poop, to seeing mice poop in increasing amounts all over our kitchen as well as half-eaten food, to seeing actual mice scurry away when we enter the kitchen. My scalp itches just thinking about it.

My scalp always itches when I think about rodents or roaches or maggots. And no, I don't have dandruff. I just feel like I want to barf when I think of these things, much less see them taking over my kitchen! So I bought some traps and strategically placed some peanut butter on them.

The result? Three mice in three days. I got photos of the last two. Oh so proud. First I hunted, then I killed. Oh and I forgot to mention that Gerald caught and ate one last week. Andrey and I were so proud of him! It's like all our wildest hopes and dreams for him were realized the day he ate that mouse. We just wished he would have done it a long time ago and would have been smart enough to catch the other three!

Oh don't think I don't see you! It's ON little buddy!

Ah ha! Gotcha! (insert evil laugh)

Oh the delight when I heard yet another loud snap in the pantry. I was giddy with excitement.

Gerald's hunt last week. Sorry the photo is blurry but you can see how Gerald has him trapped. I wasn't home but apparently Gerald played with the mouse for a while before he finally chomped him up for dinner. Crunch crunch crunch.

Cute photo of Gerald in my closet just to get the icky mice thoughts out of your head so it will stop itching - a bit of a cleanser for the mind.

And since I'm on the topic of Gerald... He was "castrated" this week. When I called to make the appointment with the vet I couldn't think of the word for getting a male cat fixed and didn't know what word was commonly used here so when the woman on the other end of the line asked for clarification I fumbled around unsuccessfully for the right word and said, "Uhh... Umm... I want to get his balls cut off!" "Ahhh, you want your cat castrated?" she said. "Yes. Yes. Castrated. Right. When can I bring him in?"

The surgery was a success and little Gerald was gingerly walking around for the first day at home. It was hilarious watching him stumble around as the anesthesia wore off. So entertaining. I even tried to get it on video and then I caught myself from being so ridiculous. Let this further confirm our readiness for children. This cat is getting way too much air time and attention. You should see how Andrey holds him like a baby and even bounces him in his arms. He's worse than I am!