Tuesday, 25 May 2010
You can't see a picture of the mouse, because we can't find him. He ate the sunflower seeds that I left for him that first night - don't laugh! d'you think I would let him die of hunger before I could borrow my friend's humane mousetrap? and I did hear him scuttling about under the grate, but since then, there's been no more scuttling, no more little dinners.
Today, knowing that they were good Finders but hopelessly inept Killers, I let the cats back in, to sniff and search, and eventually give up. Mouse gone, perhaps? (If so, where? into the back of the sofa, living on stuffing and upholstery fabric?) The trap remains baited, although Scooter sometimes bumbles into it and springs it as he just double-checks for his live toy behind the furniture.
You also can't see the newly carpeted attic, because I haven't quite finished, there being no staples left in the gun, and a reason for that scrap of staple carton - with the required size written on it - being in my handbag for about a year to remind me to buy more.
You also can't see my scabby bloodied head, because that would be gross, and also hard for me to take a close up picture of. Take my word for it that hitting yourself repeatedly on the sharp corner of a shelf while painting skirting boards, preparing a floor and laying a carpet results in a rather painful little scalp wound, and possibly some brain damage - but I might not have noticed the latter yet.
I won't let you see my filthy broken nails, my horrible old baggy carpet-laying trousers, and my tired old baggy face. I might be a little brain-damaged, but I still have some scrap of decency and consideration left.
Meantime, the allotment is in a terrible state, through my criminal but guilt-ridden neglect of it at this key period of the gardening year. I am expecting a Letter about it any day now, threatening expulsion if I don't pull my socks up and my dandelions out.
Oh, all right then, and entirely unrelated to anything else, you can see this.....
In my back yard: Veronica gentianoides. Pretty, isn't it? Click to enlarge, and notice the three spindly little white legs sticking out of each ballerina skirt.
Posted by rachel at 19:12