Moutz at (Almost) Midnight

I thought our mouse issue was over. After all, I found little Mickey (or maybe it was Minnie) dead on our carpet one morning last May. But apparently Mickey and Minnie had procreated before they bit the dust because I walk in the door one afternoon in December and...

Le Morte de Mouse

Jane and I are coloring in the dining room. I’m trying to draw the yellow poppy in the vase in front of me. She is drawing her million-and-oneth princess. I hear a strange sound coming from somewhere below my feet, from, in truth, the air return vent....

More Mouse Mayhem

Last Monday night, Alexander the Touched Kitty (so called because he’s a bit lulu, batty, non compos mentis) comes trotting into the living room where Doug and I are sitting on the sofa. He has a mouse in his mouth. “Good kitty!” Doug says. The...

Of Mice and Me

1. Sunday afternoon, Doug takes Jack and Jane to the beach to gather rocks, leaving me at home with the babies. We play happily on the living room floor, stacking blocks and knocking them over and laughing, until I have to go start dinner. When I walk into the...

Wild Turkey Chase

Over the summer we ordered a Thanksgiving turkey from the same ranch in Eastern Washington where we buy our beef. We got emails confirming delivery of both. The cow, we thought, would arrive on November 6; the turkey, on November 13. So, the first Saturday of...