The house semi-stray cat has left half a mouse outside the back step. I know this is what cats do, but it really is quite disgusting, being just the head (with glassily staring eyes) and ribcage with two little outstreched paws, like something from a particularly low budget zombie movie. I couldn't go near enough to move it, so instead I've pushed a plant pot in front so I don't have to look at it - an act peculiarly indicative of humanity's inability to deal with issues in a sensible way.
Ick, frankly.
For no particular reason, here's a list of fictional companies. I'm glad Ono-Sendai are there, as they've always been my favourite imaginary corporation. I don't know why.
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Can you ship the cat out to that island with the baby albatrosses and set it on the mutant bird-nibbling mice? I know they're meant to be three times the size of your average Cornish mouse, but surely the cat would appreciate the challenge, and the albatrosses would doubtless be very grateful.
you've killed again haven't you - its the shrew all over again
That has to be the single most geeky thing I have ever seen.
What's worse, I recognise most of them.
Oh dear.
I didn't see Van Derlay Industries or Kramerica, but I'm sure they are there.
Ori, this is one of those rare occasions when I'm looking at a dead animal and not clutching a bloodstained coal scuttle with a gap in my memory and a terrible feeling of 'Oh no, I've done it again.. '.
We used to keep gerbils in a large aquarium, at the back of the class at school. One day, whilst feeding them, I noted the fact that there were no longer 3 gerbils, just two and an upper-half gerbil.
Presumably, he'd transgressed the unwritten gerbil laws and paid the ultimate price.
Don't get me started on hamsters...
Hamsters! They are truly evil. I'll never forget the time my hamster, Narcissus (yes, I know, but I *was* 15 at the time), bit the feet off his own children. It was almost classically grotesque.
Animals... tsk.
Can't live with them, can't live without them...
At least it didn't bring you a live mouse. When they do that it means they don't think you are very good at fending for yourself and they are trying to teach you to hunt.
And yes, I am so geeky, I instantly went in search of ISN Interstellar Network News.
Most of the hamsters I knew as a child had a tendency to eat their own offspring and/or escape from their cages (I had small hands in those days) and make a nest behind the immovable cabinets in our living room, before eventually being re-captured and ultimately dying of wet-tail.
It's not much of a life really, but they are horrid little things. Give me a gerbil any day.
I recently had to overcome a mouse infestation (? colonisation? attack? what do mice do?) in my in-laws' kitchen. Emptying mousetraps is vile enough at the best of times, but one morning we found that I'd caught one mouse in the trap and then its friends had fallen upon the corpse and feasted enthusiastically. Nice. Maybe they were trying to say to me that yes, they were hard enough, and yes, they were going to come on and have a go, but anyway they left me the front bit and the back bit, untouched, joined by a well-gnawed backbone. Thoughtful? I nearly retched.
"Thanks, mice," I said. "Thice."
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