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Hearing Things
The mouse business began last month when a bad aroma began to annoy me. I nervously checked the compost crock and the garbage can and even peeked in the oven to see if a piece of meat had been left to die there. My nose finally led me under the sink to a forgotten mouse trap. Sure enough, there was a little furry creature ripening under the hot water pipe. Gag me. The snare and its little feast of long dried up peanut butter had been prepared several month previous; set by WR in response to my reminders (nagging) that we needed to be prepared for the winter mouse invasion. I'd left the primed trap alone, acknowledging each time I noticed it with careful avoidance. After our catch, we were once again aware that the field mice had found shelter under the house. And, that at least one had squeezed through the small opening around the kitchen pipes into the warm cabinet under the sink. WR set another trap with fresh peanut butter. Now I am paranoid. I keep hearing things: Paper...

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Thanks for stopping by my WW post and have a happy WW!
Beautiful!!
I suppose the red cars make it look redder.
Happy WW! Thank you for your visit and nice comment. We only get pizza delivery out here and Mrs. Jim and I don't use that.
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Happy WW!
Great shot.
btw - I like your new profile photo!
Thanks for dropping by. :D
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http://beingchronicallyillisapill.blogspot.com/2008/11/wordless-wednesday-falls-last-hurrah.html
BTW, my first time at your blog and I LOVE the title!
Happy WW!
Hugs and blessings,
Beautiful photo. We don't have trees like that here in the High Desert...unless we use a case of red spray paint on all the tumbleweeds.
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Love those leaves.
Good job, as per usual Miss Pamela, with that photo. I love them all.
Small coincidence: the Camaro was built in a GM plant about a 10-minute drive from where I grew up. The plant has since been closed and demolished, but it was a big presence in my 'burg when I was growing up.