Monkey Bangings

Wow, I know.  Been a while, eh? 

So much to catch up on. 

Questions? 

Stay tuned for more drama, heartache, and dead mouse stories.


Tonight I will recount the events from a few days ago.    Travis was down in the basement getting ready to start a load of laundry.  And what was inside the washing machine?   A dead mouse.  We debated what to do.  He was a tad nervous that it wasn't dead.  I was pretty sure it was dead.   So, I got my same old bottle of bleach solution and saturated the furry, and obviously dead, little mouse. 
After I was sure he was just entirely soaked in bleach solution, we debated what our next step should be.  I said we would do what we did last time.   But Travis said that he didn't think it was a good idea to put the mouse, dead, in a garbage bag to sit for an indeterminate amount of time.  Derek isn't around these days, he is off being tortured by his family in Michigan, so the trash isn't going anywhere.  (He takes it to the dump).  So, since the yard debris / compost,  and the recycle are taken away weekly, we got the bugger into a compost bag, inside another compost bag, and put him into the compost bin.  Mission accomplished!  


So, anyone have anything they want to know?  What do you want updated on? 

I hope to get back to regular blogging.  Don't know that it will be daily like it was before, but perhaps I will try at least a weekly recap / update  / rant.


That is all for now folks.


J