Hey, guys. Little one here, writing her first post and resting after a day of who knows what. But it's Christmas, right? Right. We couldn't get to the Clark house today because the Christmas spirit was too strong for us. Hahah I kid. We just chillaxed at home for most of the day, opened gifts, made and ate pancakes, and tormented the black devil. All jokes aside, there is a serious matter going on at the Clark House. Since it's wintertime, all sorts of little buggers have managed to weasel their way into the house (here at the parents' house, we seem to have a problem with wasps and freeloaders, but we manage to get rid of at least one of them by cutting off their heads with scissors and making them attack their dead brethren).
And the Clark House? MICE. Mice have found their way into the food but not into our hearts. Yes, they are cute and cuddly. There's even a guy on youtube who managed to train his mouse to go through an extensive maze, which is pretty cool. I work with them every so often in the lab at work, and I've learned a few things about them. For one, a litter of mice could range from 2 to 15 pups, each of which is about the size of a thimble. They can eat pretty much anything you give them, including their offspring. Given the chance, a male and female mouse could have a litter of mice, and when those mice have reached maturity after 21 days, they could mate with each other (including the parents), making more pups. Barring from the fact that they eat their offspring at least half the time, your house could be inundated with little squeaky things by the end of the month. They'd be all up in your food, taking little bites, leaving you presents to find in your drawers, and, given the chance, they could be all up in that plague mess.
So how do I handle the situation at work? What do I do with the extra mice that we don't need? Gas them with carbon dioxide, then incinerate the bodies. Really, they just go to sleep forever. Close their cute little eyes and dream of sugar plum fairies and whatnot.
So I hope this little guy is dreaming of sugar plum fairies. Or cheese. Or whatever. At least he doesn't have to clean up the mess he left behind.
And the Clark House? MICE. Mice have found their way into the food but not into our hearts. Yes, they are cute and cuddly. There's even a guy on youtube who managed to train his mouse to go through an extensive maze, which is pretty cool. I work with them every so often in the lab at work, and I've learned a few things about them. For one, a litter of mice could range from 2 to 15 pups, each of which is about the size of a thimble. They can eat pretty much anything you give them, including their offspring. Given the chance, a male and female mouse could have a litter of mice, and when those mice have reached maturity after 21 days, they could mate with each other (including the parents), making more pups. Barring from the fact that they eat their offspring at least half the time, your house could be inundated with little squeaky things by the end of the month. They'd be all up in your food, taking little bites, leaving you presents to find in your drawers, and, given the chance, they could be all up in that plague mess.
So how do I handle the situation at work? What do I do with the extra mice that we don't need? Gas them with carbon dioxide, then incinerate the bodies. Really, they just go to sleep forever. Close their cute little eyes and dream of sugar plum fairies and whatnot.
So I hope this little guy is dreaming of sugar plum fairies. Or cheese. Or whatever. At least he doesn't have to clean up the mess he left behind.
He looks like he's checking out the food...kind of...
Oh man look at that.
Are his eyes open?
We left the body out for a while so the other mice would get the idea.
ZOMG wait a sec... is that blood on the rice cooker?
Nice sight, yes? One down, at least 51 zillion more to go.
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