Alternate title: There was a Mouse in my House!
My feelings about animals are so confusing. I care for them, but I dislike them. I don't like to think of any living creature suffering. At the same time, I'm nervous around most animals. Very few people have pets that don't make me want to run into another room and shut the door. Then there are the animals that are supposed to stay outside. If only that poor little mouse had stayed outside. He would have been much better off.
So Monday morning, I was eating breakfast in my kitchen when I saw a mouse run across my living room floor! EEK! I have a half second delay on my scream. Have you ever heard me scream? Not yell, but scream? It is loud. I couldn't deal with the problem, so I got out of my house as fast as I could.
I told myself pleasant mouse stories all day. Mickey. Ratatouille. The Rats of Nimh. Yes, I know the last two are rats. Close enough. I told all sorts of people. It seems that this is a common thing to have in your house.
Still, I avoided going home. But I did. And I avoided moving away from the door. Then I heard a noise! Oh wait, that was just my bag. Then I heard another noise! It's the mouse behind the stove! It really was! Eeek! I screamed. My poor H1N1 bed ridden roommate. Here I am, screaming and he cannot sleep. I checked the trap. There was no trap! I listened a little more. The mouse was definitely behind the stove and definitely somehow attached to the trap. Agh! So, I was scared of the mouse but also revolted by the fact that it must be in pain, caught in the trap but still alive and moving around.
I spent some time putting everything in my pantry into plastic mouse-proof containers. The food is and remains, mouse proof. I was already to be brave and deal with the mouse when I saw the trap on the other side of the stove - empty! I screamed again. For both my sanity and my roommate, I left. Like he needed me screaming all night!
Long story short, the next morning my parents killed the mouse. Poor little mouse. Thank you parents. I know, it's pathetic that I can't deal with animals or death. As well, if Jason thinks that he will ever hear this story, he will just have to read it on the blog (which he will not do) because I will never, ever tell him. He would be very disgusted with me. He doesn't understand my fear of animals. Infact, he thinks that one day I will have a cat. Ha! I'd rather have a mouse.
Who knew? I was so nervous that my last post would sef-destruct that I didn't realize that I only had one photo to go!
Now I can move on to the mosre recent past with this blog. Such as summer Part II - Wedding Season! However, half of those photos are not even on my computer.
The rest of it would be a big long post entitled "How I went from volunteering to help with volley ball to becoming a coach to dedicating a lot of time and energy to learning about volley ball and how to coach to VOLLEY BALL IS MY LIFE!" I never ever saw this coming.
But back to France. Ah, France. The Rhône River. So relaxing. So little to worry about. So much time to think. So much time to run! While I was in France, I ran 4 times. Twice in Paris, twice along the Rhône River, one of those times in a rain shower. It was awesome!
France Part III
Yes, Thanksgiving was yesterday. Same old story, I tried to post and it vanished.
Today, we finish up Paris. This is the Louvre. Famous art gallery, home to La Jaconde, or as we know it, Mona Lisa. Originally, it was a castle, or a fortress. Back in the Middle Ages it protected Paris, which was only a tiny island. Over the years, it was spruced up to become the humungous building it is today. Seriously, gigantic. This shot does not even show a smidgen of it's grandeur.
