Bicycle Seats and Songs

You ever had a day where everywhere you went you were reminded of someone close to you? That was me today. The people I was reminded of are not dead, just gone from Auburn, but it still made me very pensive. I care deeply for my friends. In many ways they are my family addition. Some talk about getting wives, husbands, children and the like...I talk about finding close friends.

The most funny remembrance today was at the post office, when I saw someone getting on to their bicycle. The seat was at the correct height. I thought...Adam would have been pleased to see this, for you see one of Adam's many things that he is prone to go on and on about is the height of bicycle seats. He hates seeing people ride with incorrect heights. Personally, I don't care. But it made me smile, so I guess that is what have good memories is all about.

The squirrel is still here at the office. The problem is he won't eat the food in the trap because he can get outside and get food...however we don't want to trap him in the house because he could cause real havoc. The idea of shotgun is looking more and more appealing.

The funniest thing I witnessed today was a person walking up to the postal clerk with a folded down box and asking how the box worked.

Oh well.... onward and upward.

I have seen the critter

So last night Jim Armstrong, my good friend and Wildlife guru brought some traps to catch this critter. So this morning I began the task I have been avoiding for a month or so. Cleaning out the area so we can lay the traps. Well it was just too dark for my comfort so I brought in a halogen work lamp and set to work. As you will know from my previous post, I am a scaredy cat to the core so my neck is all tense and blood pressure on the rise because I do not like being scared or surprised...especially by an animal. So after quitting twice because my nerves could not handle it. I mustered up my courage and had a look. At first all I could see was his nest. THIS AINT A MOUSE. I TOLD YOU IT WAS NOT A MOUSE. Then with the work lamp...I peered a little bit deeper in and there were two beady eyes. My heart jumped a few beats and I peered a little bit more to see the bushy tail. It is a squirrel. Of course I feel much better that it is a squirrel than a rat but I still am tense and my body aches. So since I now know what it is, I can put off cleaning out a little more till Jim A. comes to set the trap. Don't worry it is a hav-a-heart trap...he will not be killed.

Speaking of squirrels, we have a white squirrel that lives near our house. I had first seen it a few days after I moved in and thought...wow...he is old. But when Adam saw it was like wow...you don't seen many of those. Now I don't think it is an albino because he does not have the red eyes. He comes to the back of the house on occasion to roll in the dirt. I guess his form of adaptation. I was concerned recently because I have not seen him, but Phil told me today that he saw him yesterday.

All I can saw...is Squeak, squeak, squeaker, squeakins!

Speaking of Scaredy Cat

We currently have a visitor living with us here at the office. I am pretty sure it is a rat. For some reason, I can not be agressive enough to get rid of him. I did my part...I placed traps. I feel it is his responsibility to commit sucide for a taste of peanut butter. That way I don't have to hear him scampering across the ceiling. He has found a way to get between the ceiling and floor upstairs.

Rodents bother me. I blame The Princess Bride, the R.O.U.S's (Rodents of Unusual Size) and the rat from Lady and the Tramp for my feelings towards rats. Even though there is Splinter for Teenage Muntant Ninja Turtles and Templeton from Charolotte's Web....I still find them evil and ugly.

Perhaps tomorrow I will attack the attic storage area and try to get rid of him.

DD

Scaredy Cat

I admit it. I am a scaredy cat. I jump at the slightest noise if I am in the kitchen washing dishes. The best example I have is that my mother painted my face one Halloween as Count Dracula. So I was led to the mirror to see the finished project and I jumped. I scared my own self. I know pretty sad. It even affects my movie choices. For example....I have wanted to see The Village for a very long time because I really like M. Night Shyamalan work, but I can only handle so much suspense. I get all tense and such. Well the previews of The Village had lead me to believe of monsters which is a direct link to scary horror things. So I avoided it. Well I finally summed up the courage to rent it during the holidays but I let it sit there. Still not wanting to be scared. So finally after it had occured 2 late fees I watched it. Boy did I feel stupid. It was not bad at all. I only jumped once and I even had prepared myself when the creepy music started that something was going to happen. So perhaps this was a lesson for me not to be afraid of facing my scaredy cat-ness from time to time.