January Mice (Day 30, Year 3)

Well, friends, another cloudy, dark gray week in muddy yet still cold January in New Jersey has begun. I know there are several of you that enjoy this warmer January; but I find it seriously annoying. It looks so dirty outside at all times, like some sort of sad industrial revolution scene from London with smog and overpriced eggs and rodents running wild. 

Speaking of rodents, today began with screams from my daughters. Our cat Rosie was playing with a mouse she caught. The mouse would play dead and then reanimate, much to the irritation of sweet Rosie. Rosie responded to the reanimation with intense rage and split the mouse in half. This is the second time this in-half mouse situation has happened. 

Obviously Chloe had to go in late to school to take care of the her farm chores (two halves of mouse removal). Since I live for telling a good story, I was excited to write a letter to her band teacher telling him the very specific reason for her tardiness! 

Anyway, I guess this is all par for the course in January! It begins with hope and resolutions and ends with you feeling as if you've been split in half like a mouse killed by a very angry, very tiny cat who does not like to be held. 

Speaking of mice, my son, who has been working diligently all year to charm his teachers, has finally succeeded! The key to their hearts was his knowledge of genetically engineered mice used in cancer research. Somehow he was able to make them feel less "icky" about animal research. I am sure PETA is so glad my son is out there being of service. I don't know why lab mice knowledge was the key to his teacher's hearts; but someone in this family should be able to use mice to their advantage! 

And speaking of mice (again), my husband once had two pet mice which we named Gus-Gus and Jacques after Cinderella's mice. They were adorable. Gus-gus was a round little guy. I would willingly touch and play with those mice. I'd even be left alone in the room with them and find peace in watching them play. I have no idea why. I am ready to burn my house down over our mice. I was even sad when Gus-Gus and Jacques died. They looked exactly like the mice Rosie murders. And I am not sad about those mice. In fact, I am happy she murdered them! I hope she kept one alive, but maimed to go and warn the rest to stay away! 

I feel this is proof that things have more value when you pay for them versus when you simply get them for free. Our Eldridge mice came with the house and I hate them. Mike's Cinderella mice cost a few bucks; but then we invested in all these toys and bedding and food for them. They seemed more valuable, even though they were definitely less hardy and super dumb, unlike the Eldridge mice who have developed a complex series of tunnels in the home and are planning to take over. 

The mice that frequent our front porch are able to lick the traps clean of bait without setting the trap off. How do they do that? It disturbs me so much because they must be very evolved, very smart and will definitely steal our identities and take over. 

With that apocalyptic rant, I'll end this Yoke-full of wisdom from January mice, who hopefully will all be dead by the time February begins on Wednesday.