Comments on: Like a little girl

By: Barbara

Barbara — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 12:44:15 +0000

You deserve an (another) award for that! Going to vote now. Well told. Coulda been me – anytime in my life.

By: Asheya

Asheya — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 06:41:16 +0000

EEEEWWWWW! Not a fun surprise! Nova’s left us a few “presents” on the doorstep, but thankfully none have been brought inside. Decapitated mice and birds outside the door are bad enough!

By: Sharl

Sharl — Mon, 24 Nov 2008 00:25:27 +0000

Hi Fawn… I was expecting the punch line to be that there was a live mouse…. but to pick up a dessicated bird thinking that it was a toy mouse… now that would be a surprise indeed!!!! Poor Simon can hardly take out the compost without gagging – he would not have done well in your shoes!!! Your story reminded me of the time a few years back when I lived with roommates Simon was over and we were trying to catch a mouse that had made it’s way into the house. The four of us were chasing the mouse all over the house and finally cornered in the living room. The chase ensued in the living room where we finally cornered the mouse under the sofa. Flipped over the sofa and no mouse, now the mouse was in the sofa. Great! Simon got on his hands and knees trying to find the mouse… (I was waiting in hand with a margarine container to catch the furry beast). Still no mouse…. suddenly Simon had a severe and curious itch on the top of his leg. It took a few seconds for Simon to realize that the itch was not an itch… but the mouse that had crawled up inside his pant leg. He jumped up flung his leg and the mouse went flying across the room. I ran after the flying mouse, trapped in in the margarine container and safely brought the stunned creature outside. Pretty funny for me…not so funny for Simon

By: Beanie

Beanie — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 18:51:47 +0000

Thankfully, I’ve never really been squeamish about those kinds of things myself (except for spiders – dead or alive, those little critters frickin’ terrify me), much to the chagrin of my mother. As a girl, I once brought home a half-decomposed, maggot-infested rat, in my wagon, and insisted on giving it a Christian burial. Although I have gotten considerably more careful about how I handle situations like that as I’ve gotten older – a couple months ago we had a car come back to the lot with a dead bat stuck in the grille and I pried it out it with a stick, while wearing 2 bags over my hands, out of fear of rabies.

My folks have a great (and when I say “great”, I mean gross and creepy) story about how years ago, when they were first married, they lived in the basement suite of an old house. And one night, a ceiling tile fell on them, in bed, while they were sleeping. Vati woke up and just brushed it off the bed. When they woke up in the morning, they were horrified to discover that a plethora of dead rodents and skeletons had come down with it and were all over the bed…

By: Louise

Louise — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 16:41:50 +0000

Bonjour Fawn et Michael,

Je prends le temps de lire le blog de Fawn souvent maintenant. C’est dans ma liste de ‘Favorites’. Je commence à m’habituer au nom de Halia et je suis heureuse de voir qu’elle dorme. Quel cadeau!

Petite note à Fawn: j’ai aussi trouvé un oiseau mort dans la maison une fois – dans la fournaise. J’imagine qu’il est tombé dans la cheminée extérieure et “flop” dans la fournaise où il est mort dans la chaleur et la poussière.

By: Kara

Kara — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 15:22:49 +0000

ahahahahh very funny!!!!