mouse nom) "hello mister mouse, have you got a house?" "of course i do, i live with you!" 050921 ... eatingstars she always keeps her head down when walking hair covering her features it's not that she's scared it's not that she's afraid of people she's just watching her path thinking about all the things that could happen and she knows that while all things are extraordinary for the very same reason they are drab and they are boring she drinks life in through the hair hiding her mood hiding her self when the biker slides by he glances at her in a rare moment she lifts her head and stares at his green sweater until he is out of sight she thinks that could be the man of my dreams and keeps walking. 070614 ... raze there's a mouse in our house. "crafty", i named him. because he's a crafty little guy. set a mouse_trap in the place he was hanging out upstairs in the hall. he scurried past it into another room. moved it to the doorway of that room. when he was done in there he just ran around it to wherever else he wanted to go. i hate killing these little critters. should see about getting one of those traps james spader used in "secretary", where you trap them without killing them and can release them back into the great outdoors (even though they're probably just going to come right back inside your house, however they got in). 151214 ... raze a silent prayer for crafty. his taste for peanut butter was his undoing. 151215 ... flowerock The cafe I work in has mice, maybe they're rats... but they are very cute, and large. The traps are set all over and no one seems to check them, so I find them by the stench of rotting mouse. Most of my Co workers are smokers, I blame smoking for their lack of smelling abilities... they never smell what I smell. I found one mouse trapped by their tail wrapped around the wheel of the fridge. Distressed and breathing shallowly... I immediately lifted the trap and set them free before realizing I should have done so outside... I wonder if they got snapped again or learned their lesson? 151216 ... tender_square still on the concrete floor, i thought it might be dead. fear had made it freeze, curved into a furry stone by the water meter, the thread of pink tail unspooled. i set down the laundry basket and called for help, my eyes fixed. i wanted tupperware and gloves to catch-and-release but the mouse scurried, taking frantic counter-clockwise laps around the table leg, running to a spider-filled corner i couldn’t reach. i swear i heard it sprint inches away from my head in darkness as i lay in dead man’s pose on the carpet days before, and i shot up and filled the room with light, seeing nothing. the traps were set and this morning, one was upturned and stuck to a body. i left a paper bag and garden gloves on the counter for him to dispose. 221001 what's it to you? who go blather from