~ another gourmet lunch chez Kate ~

Wed 11 April 2007

Sing with me to the tune of that Wizard of Oz song in celebration of the squishing of the Wicked Witch of the West:

“Hail hail, the mouse is dead
Dance around—
The mouse is dead
Hail, hail, the wicked mouse is dead!”

Scott was in the bathtub this morning when he heard the trap snap. Apparently the creature had big ears and a long tail; he thinks it was a deer mouse, the kind that spreads hantavirus. Goody.

Later he heard a big bang but couldn’t figure out, after looking around the house, what might have caused it. I was still in bed when he asked me if knew what it was. I said “Maybe the mousetrap!” and that’s when he gave me the good news of the beast’s demise.

As for the other noise, I had no idea what it might be, but told him that quite often when I am alone in this house I hear loud noises that have no discernable source. It’s not that unusual. I’ve given up trying to figure out what causes them. He looked at me like he wasn’t sure he should take me seriously.

NP: Freestyle, apparently the show's last week, on CBC Radio

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