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  1. wonderful mixture of terror & appreciative curiosity. mouse wrangler! Happy Holidays & a Brave New Year. He who must not be named has ruined “Merry Christmas” for me, so Season’s Greetings to all & to all a Good Night!

  2. Wonderful description of being caught in a phobia while being simultaneously aware of the absurdity of it.

  3. The things she won’t do to get material for blogging! Let us all raise our morning coffee cups (or whatever) and wish Neo a Merry Mouseless Christmas!

  4. Hickory, dickory, dock.
    The mouse ran up the clock.
    The clock struck one,
    And knocked the crap out of it,
    Hickory, dickory, dock.

    A wonderful Christmas Short Story Neo, woman in a tower besieged by an intruder rodent and rescued by her champion son, the strong knight, returned from afar to save the day, or something.

    Thank you for the laughter and have a wonderful Christmas Day.

  5. This is not meant to compete with your story, rather to share my own.

    I was stuck in a very seedy motel in Inyokern, CA, for a night some 5 years ago. This is one of those cinder block arrangements dating from the Eisenhower era that stretch the length of US 395, and although this one advertised that it was “Newly Renovated!”, the modernization program did not, apparently, include mouse-proofing.

    As I was climbing into bed I saw a movement in the corner of the room, and turned to see a mouse using the TV cable as a ladder from floor to ceiling. “Oh well,” thought I, “there’s no food in this room and he’s apparently leaving the premises, so I’ll just go to sleep.”

    Somehow I imagined he would have no desire to get into bed with me. But mice are eternally searching for food, and he clearly thought I might have something edible in bed.

    I drifted off to sleep after turning off the light, and some time later woke to the mouse scurrying about on the blanket over my shoulders! Without any rational thought, I flung the blanket violently, propelling him across the room.

    Well, it was clear he could scale something to mount the bed, and only half-awake, I reasoned it was probably the blanket that reached the floor on each side of the bed. I pulled that up so it didn’t reach the floor, and drifted off to sleep again. Not too long later (I was not looking at the time) something woke me again. This time he was scurrying about on the blanket near my head!

    Throwing the blanket violently to the side I propelled him through space again, and this time pulled the blanket over my head and tucked it in around me so he couldn’t get to me, all the while wishing for a cat.

    I slept the rest of the night and left the motel after complaining to the manager about my visitor(s). There were a dozen units to the motel and I didn’t imagine the man behind the desk was going to adopt a dozen cats to patrol the premises, but the traveling population on US 395 was large, so repeat business was not important to him.

    As cute as they are, mice are a real impediment to a good night’s sleep.

    Merry Christmas to all!

  6. Christmas Blessings, Santaneocon!!!

    Thank You for another year of your class, intelligence, rock-ribbed neoconservatism and delightful verbal nimblness!!

    You are The BEST.

  7. When I was growing up, every winter, field mice would take shelter in our house. One year when were went away on vacation, they set up an elaborate homestead in our kitchen drawers: one drawer was the pantry with a pile of dog food, pile of peanut brittle, a pile of Chex… Another drawer was probably the bedroom with a pile of feathers, foam and dog hair. The top drawer was the apparent “water closet” with piles of mouse dung all through. Thank good for sanitizing dishwashers!

    Another year, when we were on vacation, a mouse chewed a hole in a box of peanut brittle and took the pics of peanut brittle for a picnic in the planter on the dining room side board.

    The worst memory was the night I woke up with a mouse nestled in my hair… He scurried away… I scrubbed my head.

  8. If this incident had occurred this year I would have sworn he was probably there to check out your fabulous new fridge and its tasty offerings – (and your world-famous mustard collection in particular).

    Merry Christmas to you, Neo, to all your regular commentariat and to your silent majority of readers as well.

  9. I always figured that, like Tribbles, mice must be ‘born pregnant?’

    Happy New Year Neo!

  10. I’ll take mice over bedbugs and roaches any day. Mice are really not that bad. They’re even cute sometimes.

    I have a small (heh) mouse story of no consequence. But F, I liked your description of *propelling* your mouse! The murine drive is a real option now.

  11. You have to use a Martial Roar, Neo, to warn animals.

    If an animal sees you and isn’t already freezing or running, you making loud noises just attracts their attention.

    This mouse was either blind or partially domesticated, not to be running away from humans. Maybe it was starving.

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