it was only a dream but i dreamed i caught a rat in an old glass cream bottle

it’s not true though (lucky te rat bit me in droom) […]

ok so betty was “sleeping” this morning when we arose. but! then i
discovered someone had been eating my PORRIDGE and it wasn’t betty
cos she was (a) in a jar (b) expired, defunct, no longer with us.

there was a nest in the “let’s not go there” cupboard in the kitchen,
so i excavated the cupboard and briefly captured a mouse, who escaped
because i was too slack to get proper mouse capturing equipment
first. i want a pair of leather gloves (fearing we’ll be dealing with
rats soon enough) and a big steel grippy thing. that’s not a kitchen
implement.

so the nest was purged, gosh they’re good at shredding paper, and the
mouse escaped under the fridge to fight another day.

she is number seven. i am more and more tempted by a box of TALON. […]

caught in nova’s room on monday night … this one is called “betty”,
but i’d better ask nova in the morning in case i got the name wrong.
congratulations, betty! welcome to urban drift; you win our special prize - TRANSPORTATION.

** UPDATE ** betty didn’t make it … she committed harikiri during the night in protest at our forced relocation programme. bloody humans. […]

captured on 5/7/06, this is Sampson, who bit my thumb when tui came over to sniff him. i forgot they had teeth. he was very small and cute (and dry, unlike lots of the others who’ve been trapped, it must get hot in there)

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justin was extra kind to anonymouse, and found him a cute little church to live under. (don’t tell the minister. i always did hear good things about church mice. probably them communion wafers or something.)

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i can’t remember why this fella got called smith and caughey,
something i dreamed. dreams, ah dreams.

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garrium lived behind the radio, and was transported to pak’n’save
lincoln road. not into the supermarket, but to the creek nearby…

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weetbix was the first mouse, he was caught and released (on the front
steps) before i shifted in, so no photos … […]