Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Death of Rats comes to call

I was working in the green house this morning. Once again replanting the spinach and fitting wire mesh over the bed to try to protect them from the mice. The wire I needed was in a corner of the greenhouse under a board I've been meaning to move but haven't gotten to yet. I bent over to pick up the board and this little fellow tapped me on the shoulder. I glanced back, a bit startled to see him sitting there grinning, then flipped the board. Out scampered the biggest, fattest field mouse I've ever seen. (7.75 inches from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail.)


Thanks to Terry Pratchett for creating such a helpful demigod
Without even thinking, my size 9 boot stomped down. End of mouse. Death of Rats scooped the suprised little fellow up, squeaked that there "IS NO SUCH THING AS A FREE LUNCH" and faded into the multiverse from whence he came.

That should slow down the spinach seed eating for a day or two. By then the Cunning Artificers may have produced their better mouse trap and I will be set.
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