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Showing posts with label kitten. Show all posts

Thursday, July 2, 2009

News flash!!! Mouse update!!!

Well if you have been keeping up with my blog, you know by now that I have had a mouse invader at my home…http://bigalscompound.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-yea-its-on-now.html
that being said if you looked at my comments on the same blog you would have seen I did the little fellow in. (R.I.P.)

Well, there is a little twist to the story. As you may remember from my last story, I set four traps and the next morning I sent the mouse to the giant cheese wheel in the sky. I also have to mention a second trap had sprung but missed the mouse. This got me to thinking…is there more than one mouse??? I decided to leave the traps out one more night just to be sure, I tried to reset the sprung trap and found it to be defective. This left me with two traps that were still set from the day before, and then off to bed I went.

Morning came, I went in the kitchen to make some coffee

(truth is I had forgotten all about the traps) but then I remembered and took a look…first trap…same spot no movement…GOOD…second trap…GONE!!! I’ve been trap napped…what the heck? I looked everywhere and could not find it…then I thought to myself my wife and kids were up later than me, so maybe the trap killed a mouse and they threw it away. So I went on about my morning. Oh yea one thing I forgot to mention all around my stove were pennies lying around on the floor.
(Make me think of the twilight zone) Hmmm…

When the wife woke up later, I asked her where she put the trap…her answer “what trap?” We searched the house EVERYWHERE but could not find a mouse or trap…it was like it vanished in thin air. Later the kids woke up and were able to shed a little light on the subject…it appears that after the wife went to sleep the kids heard a strange noise coming from the stove…so being the brave kids they are, they climbed up on the kitchen counter and threw pennies at the stove until the noise stopped.

Well this was a relief, my guess was a mouse got its foot or tail caught in the trap and drug it under the stove. So I went to investigate…hmmm no mouse and no trap…what the…?

Well that night I was in bed SOUND asleep…and what do I hear? Honey are you awake? (This is at 11:30pm on a workday night) so many evil come backs came to mind but I answered with something like what do you need, DEAR!!!…(What I was thinking!!! SEE BELOW. HA-HA)



Her answer…it’s the mouse it’s under the stove, I can see it. So I go into the kitchen and sure enough the mouse and the trap are at the edge of the stove, as I get closer it drug the trap back under the stove just out of reach. DAM you mouse!!!! So I do what any man would do (right guys) I turn the stove on high and try and wait the little bugger out!!! I hear a few squeaks and moving around under the stove…but after 30 minutes of waiting…no mouse… so I do the next best thing and bring our cat Lucky in and lock her in the kitchen...


but what really happens...see below.

Well to make a long story short, I plan on moving the stove out this weekend to retrieve a DEAD mouse with its foot caught in a trap…. (I hope) but to all you other mice out there, just remember…as my friend Arnold once said…I’LL BE BACK!!!

Big Al

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

A small act of kindness???

Its amazing what a little kindness can do for your day…ok here is the story. I woke up this morning…
well lets say not in the best of moods. Work right now is driving me crazy and truth be known it has been keeping me in a very bad mood 24/7 for the last couple of weeks. (Long story…not going there) anyway I got ready, jumped on my motorcycle and off to work I went, dreading getting there the whole way. I make my turn down a little county road that takes me to the highway and what do I see…the railroad crossing arms
coming down and don’t you know it…I’m on the WRONG side of the tracks…AGAIN!!! (if you’re a long time reader I did a post awhile back about living on the wrong side of the tracks http://bigalscompound.blogspot.com/2008/11/living-on-wrong-side-of-track.html ) Ok back to the story…this is where the small act of kindness comes in…I was a good boy and stopped my bike at the crossing arms, the train was a couple hundred yards down the track just starting to move my way…normally this does not bother me at all, but already being in a bad mood I could feel the anger building up.

Then I looked up and saw the (not sure what you would call him) I’ll call him the engineer assistant


standing on the front of the train pointing at me telling me to go around the crossing arms before the train got there…and I did…breaking the law…breaking the law. As I turned on the highway that parallels the tracks I could then see that the train was long real long (it went on for miles) and was moving at a snail pace. I guess the guy on the train knew it was going to take awhile for it to pass and that’s why he motions me on through. I TOLD YOU IT WAS A SMALL ACT OF KINDNESS!!! I know, I know it sounds like nothing but it did make a difference in my day…here is how, as I was driving down the highway I was thinking to myself what a nice deed the man on the train had done for me…he had saved me at least a fifteen minutes wait…not to mention it was very hot outside.




I swear my mood started to change
as I was coming into downtown Hattiesburg…then it happen, a eighteen wheeler
merged into my lane without any warning…I had to gas the mighty V-Star 1100 to get around him before I became mush meat, only to look back to see the trucker swerve back to his original lane once he saw me pull in front of him…ok here is what is important about that, normally this would not bother be either (when I’m not in a bad mood) because I know the trucker did not see me, he was not trying on purpose to run me down (at least I hope not. Ha-ha) but IF I had still been in a bad mood as I was before the kind deed of guy on the train...well let's just say I’m sure I would had given the trucker a one finger salute and then I’m sure I would have gotten one back…well there is no telling what might of happen after that, Nothing good can ever happen from something like this…everyone in the end turns out to be a loser…

and all started over a simple mistake. (Scary at the time but still just a mistake)

So three cheers for the guy on the train for starting my day off right…and yea I’m doing my damnest to keep it going that way. Funny how a simple hand motion from a guy on a train can change your whole outlook for the day…I’m sure he never gave it a second thought…
Big Al




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