third day in a row...
Maybe if I force myself to sit down and write something every day, I will get back into the habit and produce something worth reading... well, that is the goal.
So, here is a tale from the Myers' household. Now it didn't actually happen today (it happened on the 23rd), but it is too good a story of "I told you so" not to tell...
Here is Olive...
This poor, little, super-tiny mouse was found in a bucket in my husband's classroom. My husband, lover of all animals with a very soft-heart, immediately caved to my children's begging to take care of the poor little baby mouse overnight until they could all release him in the park on Christmas Eve.
Andrew got a plastic cage, some bedding (borrowed from the classroom hedgehog), food and water and set up a nice little home for the mouse. The children then named the mouse "Olive" and they happily brought it home to me. I really tried to believe my husband when he said he would release the mouse with the kids in the morning. I begged him repeatedly to make sure that it wouldn't get out of the cage (where our cat, Clark, could get it). I was repeatedly assured that my worries were pointless and this was going to be a great experience for the kids.
Cut to Christmas Eve morning... Andrew and I are running around getting ready for my parents who are coming over for brunch and I stop by Matt's room (where Olive's cage spent the night). I say to Matt - "you sure he is still in there right" - Matt says "Oh Mom!" This happened two more times, when I finally went in his room and looked for Olive in the cage. I didn't see Olive anywhere. Andrew then comes in and reassures me that Olive is in the cage, just hiding. With that the search for Olive in the cage begins... Andrew searches and tells me all about how they like to dig and hide, etc, etc - then he sees it... the hole that Olive has chewed to get out of the cage. Andrew and I burst out laughing - Olive is out of the cage, somewhere in my house, and my parents are on their way over.
We did a pretty good search and decided that Olive must have gotten outside and gone to find her/his family. The kids seemed to be okay with that story - Andrew and I are wondering if Clark got a good snack that night. So the moral of this story is... if you put a mouse in a plastic cage, it will take less than 12 hours for said mouse to chew his/her way out. Never a dull moment...
So, here is a tale from the Myers' household. Now it didn't actually happen today (it happened on the 23rd), but it is too good a story of "I told you so" not to tell...
Here is Olive...
Andrew got a plastic cage, some bedding (borrowed from the classroom hedgehog), food and water and set up a nice little home for the mouse. The children then named the mouse "Olive" and they happily brought it home to me. I really tried to believe my husband when he said he would release the mouse with the kids in the morning. I begged him repeatedly to make sure that it wouldn't get out of the cage (where our cat, Clark, could get it). I was repeatedly assured that my worries were pointless and this was going to be a great experience for the kids.
Cut to Christmas Eve morning... Andrew and I are running around getting ready for my parents who are coming over for brunch and I stop by Matt's room (where Olive's cage spent the night). I say to Matt - "you sure he is still in there right" - Matt says "Oh Mom!" This happened two more times, when I finally went in his room and looked for Olive in the cage. I didn't see Olive anywhere. Andrew then comes in and reassures me that Olive is in the cage, just hiding. With that the search for Olive in the cage begins... Andrew searches and tells me all about how they like to dig and hide, etc, etc - then he sees it... the hole that Olive has chewed to get out of the cage. Andrew and I burst out laughing - Olive is out of the cage, somewhere in my house, and my parents are on their way over.
We did a pretty good search and decided that Olive must have gotten outside and gone to find her/his family. The kids seemed to be okay with that story - Andrew and I are wondering if Clark got a good snack that night. So the moral of this story is... if you put a mouse in a plastic cage, it will take less than 12 hours for said mouse to chew his/her way out. Never a dull moment...
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