Pixie and Dixie Do Farah

Ok, I am as tolerant at the next guy. Live and let live I say. 


But I gotta tell you, I am less than happy with the number of teeny little mice that we have scurrying around here. Like Mr. Jinks, I must say, 'I hate those meeces to pieces.'  They just scamper everywhere--through my bedroom, down the hall, in the offices, and of course, in the kitchen. They are tiny--little bigger than a pinky. They ought to be a pet, but they are too small for a cage. And while I know they are harmless, the thought of having one of the little bastards running across my face one night while sleeping makes me just a tad uneasy.


It seems my cohorts share many of the same feelings. Thus, we have decided to fight back against these itty bitty insurgents. First was a cage/trap, humane (you can release the mouse in the wild) but not terribly effective. 


Our latest efforts involve Chinese sticky paper--basically the size of sand paper, which you lay down on the floor and the mouse runs over it and sticks. The designated Game Warden on staff put a dab of peanut butter in the the middle, and we had caught two in the first 6 hours. Sadly, they are just stuck there--kind of like when you get stuck in the pig shit after the winter thaw and are unable to move without pulling off your boot and losing balance and falling in--literally--deep shit. Except these guys aren't wearing boots. I think you are supposed to just whack the mouse and peal it off the paper and reuse the paper (like the Chinese would) but we are much  more humane--we let the Afghan janitor guy carry it out alive in a kind of perp walk, as we all watch and try not to feel pity for the former terrorist.  I don't know exactly what happens, but I don't think it ends well for the mouse. 

Stuck in the middle of nowhere, it is the mouse hunt that occupies our time. One of my colleagues has decided  to humanize them, making up entire dialogues, much as crazy women do with their cats. Another videotaped one of of the mice running across the room, then arrived at the capture with his camera, as if he were the forensics unit or something. He now has a 'CSI Farah' sign on his door.

They aren't working perfectly--but we still hold out hope that we will be liberated from the meeces before winter.

Cover From the Chinese 'Killer Paper' That Threatens the International Meeces Population