Showing posts with label yuck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yuck. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Ahhh!

I have a hair on my head. I can't tell if it's gray or blonde. Is it my first gray hair?

I've been highlighting/coloring my hair for a while now and I'm letting it grow out. The difference (my roots) isn't too different, I don't think, and Matt says you can't even tell. Although he's a boy and gets slightly unnerved around makeup, curlers, and the like. So this hair is my natural color but what color is it?

And of course it's on the top of my head right in front so that when I look in the mirror to check that my mascara isn't running, I see this hair.

It shines in the light (not gray)
It's lighter than the others (gray)
Others are lighter than the others and are clearly not gray (not gray)
I'm getting old (gray)
I'm not that old (not gray)

To pluck or not to pluck.....

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Verminator!

Well, luckily, we haven't had any more mousey friends here at the museum but we did have another guest of the winged variety. Yes, a bat managed to find its way into our museum. And since apparently I'm the courageous one of us, I got to dispose of it. Thoroughly dispose of it because that was the second time today that it had tried to get into the museum. And I feel just awful. Did you know that bats not only squeak but they also hiss like a cat? I didn't.

This morning our visitor's service staff person found it attached to the broom. She simply took the broom outside and shook the bat into the bushes about 10 feet away from the front door. Then about an hour later, our executive director came to the front door and found the bat under the threshold. Not a good place. So, she used her cell phone to call me to get rid of the bat. Thank goodness for modern appliances! The bat was acting oddly, even for a bat and we decided since it apparently really liked the museum, we needed to get rid of it.

Anyhow, I still feel bad. I don't like things squeaking in pain at me because of something that I'm doing to it. (Note to self: a career option not open to us "CIA interrogator")

I even don't like it when I kill box elder bugs in my house even though I hate box elder bugs.

Such a softy...

Is anyone with me on this??

Monday, March 17, 2008

Mouse: ???: Mer: 1

I had a lovely present waiting for me this morning. A dead mousey. Yay!!!!!!

And a fantastic way to start a Monday!

Now, we don't know how many more we might have. But there is one little (actually, he was kinda plump) mousey who is now in mouse heaven.

I recommend these: Better mousetrap
I find mine at Walmart but the principle is the same. And no danger of fingers getting in the way with the old fashioned wire snap traps.

And that is the end of today's session on mousehunting!