Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

I’m trying very hard not to blog about the war, but defacing one of your country’s most famous landmarks to protest – isn’t that cutting off your nose to spite your face?

“Honey, could you come here please? I think I need help. I went to the porch to take out the trash and one of the bags was chewed on – when I poked at it, something rustled in there. Whatever it is, it’s still in the bag!” … said in best “Somebody’s been sleeping in my bed… she she’s still there!” voice.

Hub called me out to the porch to help him catch the critter, pointing at the offending garbage bag. Meanwhile I was hearing a little thumpa thumpa thumpa noise going back and forth behind the table. I saw a brown blur climbing the screen and hopped back in the house to put on some shoes, get a flashlight, and snag a camera. I also got out a saucepan to bludgeon to death what I thought was a mouse or rat.

With the flashlight trained on it we discovered something horribly distressing. It wasn’t a common rat or mouse. It was… a little brown cute thing. I mean really cute, with big funny ears and liquid large brown eyes that just screamed “I’m a tiny furry woodland creature, please don’t kill me”.

Shit.

Hub and I watched it scurry back and forth around the deck for a while, I snagged a few pictures, then hub shooed it out the door.

No wonder the mouse traps didn’t do anything. The damn critter was about 5-6 inches long. It probably picked up the traps and hucked them across the room.

WTF is a gerbil doing on the loose? What is it with this town? There’s a colony of wild parakeets that live near a theater down the road.

Someone call Richard Gere! We do not have a mouse. We have a… giant gerbil.

More later.