I guess one of the things Eriksons Eight Conflicts of People at different stages of Being doesn't emphasize is the need for a bit of humor in losing some battles here and there. Maybe it was recent ... maybe not .... a visitor did leave a door open to my waiting room on one of our recent cool days ... those looking down the road-just-ahead ... the Road to Winter. Apparently Mortimer the Mouse or Wilhelm der Vole et familia decided to take up residence in my office and home ... maybe hearing that Ft. Lauderdale was getting crowded or that Voting Rights Acts were being abridged in their usual vacation spots in America's South.
Any case, I did what any card carrying Mouse-Lover would do. I ordered live-traps from Amazon. I now have one that needs a squirrel sized mouse to set it off ... the Sylvester Stallone of Mice. And I have another adorable little one that is especially made to entice one's free-loader in to have a piece of peanut-butter-on-cracker, setting off a trip platform which shuts a door. Now I understand some old expressions, like:
Gotta build a better Mouse trap ...
Smarter than the average Mouse ...
And why Jerry almost always outsmarts Tom (Tom and Jerry Cartoons). In 1994, I wrote a bit of doggerel about Rocky Raccoon and his Sister Lenore who had taken up temporary residence in my attic and, now, I've become the great benefactor and feeder of Mortimer the Mouse who has/have figured out how to not trip the door by (maybe) leaping over it with joyful abandon and who seem to love peanut butter on his or her or their crackers. I could be a nice guy and go for the full treatment: peanut better and STRAWBERRY jelly ... Hey, PB&J for all!
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