tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697041069822813301.post6223818703378869843..comments2023-04-07T04:36:21.582-05:00Comments on Musing Aloud: A Not-So-Comical Funny StoryAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02343632915029739024noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697041069822813301.post-69628296070143428562010-11-22T15:44:35.224-06:002010-11-22T15:44:35.224-06:00That's pretty amazing. Poor mouse, although it...That's pretty amazing. Poor mouse, although it could very well have been natural causes. It sounds exactly like what my cats used to do, for companionship and warmth.mtnrunner2https://www.blogger.com/profile/10974435572236740294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3697041069822813301.post-24962744070338518412010-11-22T14:04:32.442-06:002010-11-22T14:04:32.442-06:00It's amazing how bold those little creatures a...It's amazing how bold those little creatures are. I used to think that thing in the cartoons where they pop out and make raspberries at you was just a joke, but one night I was up late and saw one, and that's exactly what it looks like.<br /><br />One of my hobbies is making crochet lace, and a lot of the thread I buy is “vintage”, meaning it's been stored in someone's attic for thirty or forty years. As I was crocheting last night I came to the end of a ball, and I had unwound enough of the thread to see down into the ball's cardboard core. There, inside the core against the back side of the label, was a little black dropping and a dark yellow stain. Apparently balls of crochet thread are just the right size for mouse nests. Now I can be thankful that I found only the droppings and not the actual mouse.kelleynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03765375080995281395noreply@blogger.com