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January 11, 2015

Happy New Year! What did you do to celebrate?  Did you make any resolutions?

We have resolved to escort our Christmas mouse (or “moose,” as we tend to call it, because it amuses us) out.  Actually, it seems to be more than one mouse, as is generally the case.  I bought some humane traps because the springy ones freak me out. But they didn’t work. It was basically a mouse diner. So Mr. Spy went out and bought a bunch of the classic wood and steal ones. I have refused to have anything to do with them because a) they scare me and b) I don’t want to see the dead mouse.  I don’t want them in my kitchen, but they are cute and I feel sorry for them.

But since the first one, the wily mice have been grabbing the peanut butter off the trap without setting it off.  So currently, Mr. Spy is in the next room attempting to tie bait to the traps with dental floss.  It is a comedy of errors.  I am just trying to stay out of the line of fire.

Other than mouse warfare, we had a fairly placid and pleasant holiday.  We went to Chicago for a week and stayed in my mother-in-law’s old room, which we thought might be a little weird, but was actually pretty nice. It was reassuring to be around so much family at the annual Christmas Eve party.  There are two new babies in the family.  And there are two weddings coming up this year, one of which is the first same sex wedding in the family, which made for some entertaining conversations, particularly with the older generation.  Life goes on.  We all mourned the loss of my mother-in-law’s famous kolachkes, a staple of the Christmas party for I don’t know how many years.  There were plenty of alternatives. And we missed the kolachke just like we missed my mother in law. We talked about how wrong it seemed that they weren’t there. And we rejoiced in the rest of the dessert table, in all the lovely things that were still there.

We spent the second week of vacation at home.  And while we were kind of driving each other crazy in this small space, which seemed even smaller after spending a week in a real live house, we all kind of enjoyed it.

And I read a really good book — Stoner by John Williams — which  I received in the annual office Secret Santa book exchange.

I survived my first week back at work. It was mercifully light on meetings, in part because my boss is now back from maternity leave and I get to hand some things back. I have, however, forgotten how to sit for 8 hours a day, and have taken to prowling around the floor and occasionally doing yoga in my office, which I very much hope that no one can see through the frosted glass wall. Some good things have happened to people who really deserve them. And some people whom I like very much are leaving for greener pastures. There are no kolachke but there is coffee and the occasional beer. I’ll take it.

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. Typing Chimp permalink
    January 11, 2015 8:20 pm

    I celebrated at home, quietly, which is my preferred way. No resolutions. I have had good luck with the Victor brand electronic mouse killer. You bait it, and the little nippers wander in and get electrocuted. Which sounds horrible, but seems somehow more gentle than a steel bar to the neck. I’ll send you a link at Old Man Zuckerberg’s place.

  2. eleanorio permalink
    January 12, 2015 7:15 pm

    I used a Rat Zapper with great success for a while, until the thing short-circuited and stopped working. I also put poison out for the little dears, which apparently makes them die in horrible ways and is contraindicated should you have a pet. I can’t remember if you do, anymore. Hopefully, now that our basement is sealed up and there are no longer vines growing underneath the house siding, we won’t see (hear) them anymore. So far there hasn’t been any scritch-scritching between the walls this winter. It makes me think how we, as natural creatures, have divorced ourselves so much from nature itself. It’s kind of sad. Oh well. Happy New Year, Harriet! All the best henceforward.

  3. January 12, 2015 10:43 pm

    We have always used humane traps called “mice cubes” but this winter my six-year-old cat has learned to open them up and get the mouse out, usually in the middle of the night. I found claw marks in the peanut butter one morning. That’s the end of the traps.

  4. January 13, 2015 3:32 pm

    I think we need to try the rat zappers. Do they need to be plugged in or do they run off batteries? We have mice in the basement and garage and I would prefer not to have them in either place.

  5. the other theo permalink
    January 16, 2015 2:59 pm

    I came through the holiday season feeling tremendously nostalgic for my Mom’s kolachkes and other Ruthenian (another name for half my ethnic ancestry that I recently learned) foods from my youth. I was thinking that I should ask for the recipe, but the feeling only came on after I’d already completed a batch or two of cookies and we didn’t THAT many more cookies.
    Our own experience a couple summers ago with rodent fellow travelers suggests that the traps take a while to work. We had them out for a week before the mouse decided to actually spring the trap.

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