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Tuesday, June 14, 2005
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that has read my blogs in the ancient past might agree that I'm a
pretty peaceful guy. Yes I do enjoy a nice hamburger so I'm not 100%
peaceful but I did resign from working with the military a long time
ago because they wanted my computer help in designing ways to deliver
nuclear weapons (nookyouler after Bush). I told them I wouldn't do it.
They told me they'd just hire someone who would. That was when I became
a roofer - a much nicer job and I was a lot more helpful to most
people.I was reading Now You Listen Here
in the last few days about a mouse in her basement that had been
whacked with a normal mouse trap in the mouse's leg. I do believe that
I had come across her story on June 12th but I also think that her story has been deleted. From my own poor memory something like the following came to mind: |
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asked him what I was supposed to do if a mouse was caught in the trap,
and he told me not to ... The mousetrap flew off, still holding mouse
parts in it. ... | |
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love to live in Hawaii. There isn't any snow here. The mice would
really prefer to live out in the field at the rear of my own house. The
trouble for them is Boo Boo (see him in the left column). He doesn't
hurt them either but he is very proud of himself to deliver mice to me.
Ughh! I have a continuing suggestion for the
rest of you in my little world of Salon. I caught a mouse today. Both
he and I are both happy. Boo Boo is out there looking for any mouse day
after day as always. |
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traps come in different sizes. I'm not even sure whether they sell
these things in whatever state that you come from but they're only about | | | a
dollar and the traps are reusable. The picture on the right is the home
of both the mice and the mice hunter - Boo Boo. That's where the mouse
went. |  |
12:10:10 PM 
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