Ace left us on April 27, and I am still very sad. Three days ago, the gutter man came to clean out our roof gutters. In the fall, he pulls out the leaves; in the spring, it's the maple seeds.

"Where's your dog?" was his first question. I had forgotten that he and Ace had a Major Love Thang goin' on. Ace loved this man from the very first sniff ( Read more... )

Two things:

1. Good gravy, get a load of this, a gas stove so modern that the burners retract. (And the answer to whether I've replaced our stove yet is... a blushing "no, not yet ( Read more... )

Update! Okay, not a vole, not a mole, not a field mouse, not a whatever.
A shrew.
Those of you who just thought, "How apropos!" must now go slap yourselves firmly across the snout. Snouts. Whatever; you know who you are and you know what to do.

My dear Savant sent me here to learn all about these rodents who are venomous and who operate in part ( Read more... )

Okay, I told Savant I saw a mouse in the bedroom Wednesday and, angel that he is, he stopped what he was doing, ran to the other end of the house, and set up the faithful Rat Zapper before dashing out off to work and to take his master's class midterm.

And today, he spirited away the resultant corpse but it isn't a mouse. It's a mole or vole or ( Read more... )

Okay. Poor cleverpunition couldn't smack yesterday's tinyurls around well enough to be able to see the videos, so I found this copy of Part 1 on YouTube for her. Here's hoping it works ( Read more... )