A few nights back, i awoke to the sounds of the Resident Mouse, rummaging around in the bin next to my door, digging the crumbs out of crisp packets (little bugger likes Prawn Cocktail, just like me). I got up and snuck over, listened to the nibbling and crunching, before carefully tying the bag shut, then lifting it out. Sensing that all wasnt right, the mouse went nuts and clattered around the inside of the bag like it was a sack full of doorknobs.
I took the bag outside n put it in the wheelie bin, telling him he'd likely be happier there. And surprisingly, its been 5 days n hes still not reappeared.
Instead, with spring on its way, ive been invaded by slugs.
Speaking of spring, here's why you shouldnt go on holiday to Minneapolis-St Paul with the sole purpose in mind of exploring drains at this time of year. The Mississippi is so high you'd need a boat! Preferably with a motor! Heres Freak, Swim Jim and Darlin' Clem churning it up in Phalen Creek and Bassetts Creek drains, both of which are normally walkable on foot.
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Likewise, as with the seasons, not having a schedule (beyond sleep, eat, explore and surf) id totally forgotten it was Easter, until somebody wished me a Happy Zombie Jesus Day...
I think im nearly over my Jennifer Connelly obsession.
Ok, maybe not.