Timothy Birdnow

Good day yesterday! First, last night I caught two mice in the same trap - withing about 45 minutes of each-other! I have had little luck with my big game hunting (although my chemical warfare aka dining and dying experience has been presumably more effective) and only caught a few mice. But a couple of days ago I heard a trap snap and found it flipped and empty - but a huge mouse lay dead a couple of feet away. He got out of the trap but was mortally wounded. I was a happy camper; he was one of the real trouble-makers, obviously an older resident. He may well have predated the invasion of the Birdendy.

At any rate, the two last night were small - one gray and one brown.

Now, I've been sleeping in the living room in my easy chair to give my wife some comfort and I awoke to the sense of something next to my chair and a kind of defiant growl at me. Maybe I dreamed it, but I suspect another mouse came out and gave me a piece of her mind. Perhaps it was the mother. At any rate, I feel like the giant in Jack and the Beanstalk and often even say "fee, fi, fo, fum" when in pursuit of these little Viet Cong. I know they must view me with a jaundiced eye; the great giant who kills them on occasion. At any rate, I don't know if I dreamed that or if it really happened, but I doubt I am going to win any popularity contests with these little love children.

The better news is that my wife had an MRI and the radiation oncology doctor said everything is looking good. I presume this means the tumor is shrinking. I didn't speak with him personally, but my sister-in-law did (and she's an oncologist herself.) So, even though Cathy is still in a lot of pain and sick most of the time, there may be light at the end of the tunnel.

As I say, a good day.

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