Mouse in House


You may have heard we have a few mice in the house; I’ve spent the last few days trying to kill the little guys. I know it goes against my general stance on kindness to God’s creation, but I’ve read The Plague–they need to know who they’re messin’ with. I’m leaving this one out as an example to the others.

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Unusual discovery


There’s an Emperor Penguin in my fridge, perched atop the Gatorade. I’m not sure how he got in there, since in my opinion a penguin (even one as royal as an Emperor-type) would not be able to open the door–I mean, they can’t even use their wings to fly, much less open a fridge door. I suspect one of the kids saw him languishing in the warm South Georgia winter weather and gave him access to the top shelf. I’ll let him stay awhile until he recovers, provided he leaves my Sam Adams Winter Lager alone.