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With the book's final deadline approaching, having new neighbors/roommates move into our house has put a little strain on things. These new inhabitants are not humans though: we have a mouse living behind the kitchen oven and a small nest of newly-born birds in our chimney. For now, they're out of harm's way, but you never know. Ideas swirl in my head, as well as my upstairs' neighbors', about what we can do.

But these ideas -- more specifically, the ideas I've suggested -- sound rather morbid. I'm talking peanut butter mixed with poison in a mousetrap for the mouse, along with setting a fire in the chimney. Am I really that heartless thinking of these things?

For some reason, mice like to get into Juliet's dog food. Whatever diseases they're carrying, I'd prefer them to not get into the food we feed our dog. I'd also prefer to not hear all its squeaks as I leave for work in the morning. I'd also prefer to not smell its fecal matter burning up whenever we use the oven. So, it would be pure good riddance if this mouse assumed room temperature.

As far as the baby birds, they sound only a few days old. They're too young to be burned alive. Seriously though, their nest should be in a tree, not our chimney. Plus, they shouldn't chirp loudly as I attempt to pay incredibly close attention to Memento, especially during Teddy's lengthy explanation in the final scene. Believe me, I've tried moving their nest with a broom, but alas, no dice.

So, there's the dilemma. Are we evil in hoping to make a stand against unwanted guests/residents? It's not like I can fuss at them and ask them to leave.


I find that description for death interesting. Assuming room temperature.

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