Fri, 7 October 2005
Recently, I moved back to the tents from the hard billets. Nothing unusual except for one small itty, bitty thing – a mouse. Fortunately, no mice have found their way into my tent – yet. But, over the past couple of days there have been mice sightings in several other tents with one even crawling up a guy’s leg while he was sleeping – talk about a freak out!
Rich – my replacement loggie – is so fed up he set traps that are basically sticky glue. In a few hours – shazam! He catches one that very day and we go over to his tent to observe the critter. It’s quite feisty – he puts the tip of a coat hangar near its mouth and it goes off chewing on it like there's no tomorrow. I guess if I was in this mouse’s place and stuck on a sticky paper I would probably do the same thing. Then we contemplated on the disposal of this animal. Several coworkers provide suggestions that are pretty crude and violent including: smashing the head; stepping on it; and crushing the body in a plastic bag. Rich and I aren’t too keen on any of these ideas and we discuss and agree on a non-violent method – he simply disposes of it in a garbage can. So, no more mouse. Now, where are those local vaccinated cats that are supposed to be hunting for the mice in the first place?
Fallen Soldier #14
4th anniversaryt of the start of Operation Enduring Freedom
P.S. – Happy 10th Birthday to my nephew, Calvin!
Monday, October 10, 2005
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