We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck
As you may be aware from a prior entry we have been having mouse issues. It's been an ongoing saga. One which I have been determined to win. I had been attempting to catch him on another sticky trap, but he had gotten wise to my ways and would not fall for that trick like his little friend we caught earlier. My dream was to take him deep in the back yard with my Taylor Made Driver while it was still trapped on the sticky trap. I wanted to catch it on video. Vangie thinks I'm disturbed. Perhaps, but I can't let the mice win! It's gotten personal.
I set up the neck snapping steel traps in strategic locations but the bugger was able to eat the peanut butter right off the trap without getting it's neck snapped. I tried leaving poison out in key areas as well but this critter is no ordinary mouse. This was a super mouse, a mouse which thwarted me at every turn. A mouse with worldly knowledge. This was clearly not this mouse's first time at the rodeo.
It became apparent to me I was going to have to get creative on the little bugger. I was going to have to show him something he had never seen before. I was going to have to build a better mouse trap.
I gathered the following material:
1) A full box of wine 2) 3 1x3 pieces of lumber approximately 2 and 1/2 feet in length 3) lots of water 4) Tylenol lots of Tylenol 5) Two round plastic tuperware lids 6) Peanut butter
I then put my plan into action:
Step one: Drink entire box of wine and think about how much you hate mice. (I recommend you do not drink the entire box at one time) Step Two: Drink water and take tylenol Step Three: take a nap you will likely need one at this point in time if you have not passed out already from all the wine, dream about dead mice Step Four: Wake up and take more tylenol Step five: Fill the buckets with water 3/4 of the way up Step Six: Place one end of a board on the empty box of wine creating a ramp to the side of the box. Step Seven: Place another board from the box to a bucket of water Step Eight: Place another board from the box to the second bucket of water Step Nine: Put the peanut butter on the tupperware lids Step ten: Float the lids in the buckets on the water Step Twelve: hide somewhere you think the most can't see you and wait quietly, imagine dead wet mice! Do your best evil scientist wicked laugh!
Your trap should look like this when complete:
The following is a close up of the bucket with the peanut butter floating on the surface. Calling to the wicked mouse. The evil mouse who has been tormenting your psyche for weeks, playing games with your mind and terrifying your family. The mouse who soon will meet its end as its greedy little fingers reach for the peanut butter. But its just out of his reach, perhaps if he gets a little closer he will be able to get a taste, maybe..........
Or maybe not, with any luck the mouse will soon discover he can not swim and you will be enjoying the spoils of victory!
Yes, it's the long awaited Penguin Plunge blog. I want to start off by thanking everyone who came out and supported me as I braved the cold weather and took the plunge on New Year's Day. We raised over $174 for the Harrisburg Humane Society. Ok, you got me it was $175. Anyway thanks again to all my family and friends whom without the peer pressure I never would have been able to follow through.
It really was not that bad, the weather was below freezing and the water was slightly below freezing at 31 degrees. That meant that the water was actually warmer than the air. So there really was no shock in going in the water. Especially after spending some time standing around in my bathing suit for a couple of minutes before I ran into the river. The worst part was the cold when I got out. I immediately headed to the changing room and then to Flinchys where I was warmed by an Irish coffee and the hot redhead pictured below.
This is a before the plunge picture, in the background is the river. What you can't see is the lovely cement beach calling to me.
The next thing I knew I was half naked standing on a cement beach and some guy from a local radio station with his silky smooth radio voice was yelling at us to run into a large body of water. I pinched myself as I had hoped that I was a dreaming. I couldn't feel the pinch because it was so darn cold. All of a sudden I was caught up in a stampeding heard of crazy people running across a cement beach somewhere way too far north of the equator at one of the worst possible times of the year. In order to avoid being trampled I was forced to run into the water with the crowd. I think I stepped on someone on the way in. I tried to apologize but I was too cold.
I got in a little higher than my waist when the crowd I was with came to a halt and people started running back for the shore. I bent my knees ducked my head under the water and quickly ran out where a towel and blanket was waiting for me. Yeah I'm in the picture above you just gotta look close.
Ok this is one of the few shots people got of me after I got out. I know what you're thinking when you look at this picture: "That Vangie is one lucky girl!"
I would like to close this blog with a video interview of my Mother who is standing next to that aforementioned hot redhead. There is a barrel rolling referance in there for those of you who still have their doubts about my upbringing. We may do this again next year because it was a lot of fun and I believe my father-in-law and Dad may actually join in.
We had a great Christmas and New Years Eve. We celebrated with family and friends at home this year. Jake still believes in Santa Clause but Max who will be ten in a few weeks has started to get suspicious. I gather from conversations that this is a topic of much debate among his friends and that he has been defending Santa's existence but is beginning to lose faith. His older cousin Ryan knows the secret and has planted further seeds of doubt in his head. I think we may only have one more year before he knows the truth. Jake fortunately is a stubborn mule and will not let anyone shake his belief in Santa!
Santa brought snow skates and snowboards and hockey sticks. We have had no snow to speak of but the boys have been roller blading around the driveway playing hockey on warmer days. They argue and fight many times a day but when they are apart they claim they miss each other. Of course neither one would admit it to the other. Christmas did bring one casualty as one of the kings in the nativity set lost his head to a flying shoe. We now have a new rule which prohibits removing shoes by kicking them off.
It's back to school on Monday and on to our regular routine which I think will be a bit strange after nearly two weeks. It was a wonderful holiday and good to see everyone who was able to drop by for a visit.
"We rolled him in a barrel for months when he was young, on the advice of a therapist - no wonder this blog is so screwed up." - Mom & Dad
"Given my inherent predisposition to hating blogs and left handed people even more, I was pleasantly surprised that this blog doesn’t suck that bad.." - Anonymous Hairless/Glandless Co-Worker