dear even when i did i didn't diary,
once upon a time i lived in the middle of a cornfield. happy is what i was living there in that tall old house where you could feel the wind when it blew really hard standing in the closet. i didn't have many problems around that house, other than mosquitoes the size of cannonballs and birds that would roost like chickens. those issues i'd again assume gladly in comparison to what i am dealing with now in my tiny city dwelling. i have mice. i have comfortable tame mice that roam freely about like domesticated guests. i think they sense i am not fearful of them and assume they are welcomed. however, the mice are most definitely not my favorite house guests and while i am not fearful, i am disgusted. last night a mouse came out and just sat and looked at me for several moments before deciding where he was going next. he cleaned his front paws and sat there and gazed up at me lovingly in such a way i couldn't throw the kong at him. we prolly did have mice at the farm, but the bait i kept out always got to them before i had to view them. i guess i need to give up on the traps.
once upon a time i lived in the middle of a cornfield. happy is what i was living there in that tall old house where you could feel the wind when it blew really hard standing in the closet. i didn't have many problems around that house, other than mosquitoes the size of cannonballs and birds that would roost like chickens. those issues i'd again assume gladly in comparison to what i am dealing with now in my tiny city dwelling. i have mice. i have comfortable tame mice that roam freely about like domesticated guests. i think they sense i am not fearful of them and assume they are welcomed. however, the mice are most definitely not my favorite house guests and while i am not fearful, i am disgusted. last night a mouse came out and just sat and looked at me for several moments before deciding where he was going next. he cleaned his front paws and sat there and gazed up at me lovingly in such a way i couldn't throw the kong at him. we prolly did have mice at the farm, but the bait i kept out always got to them before i had to view them. i guess i need to give up on the traps.