Last night our class opened our Thesis Projects--two weekends, five pieces each night. Mine was last night. I thought it would be a complete failure--I didn't take enough time to play, we didn't have enough rehearsal time, we've over-rehearsed bits and lost the spontaneity, the premise is juvenile, the structure is flawed, I have too much tech, too much set, too many props...
It went well. People laughed. I guess when it comes down to it, people like silly stuff onstage.
In the meantime I've killed 7 mice in my apartment. Would you say that's an infestation? At first we tried the humane kind--they are humane in that they don't catch mice! Then I bought traps. After the first one Bindi Girl and her beau and I had a funeral--Beau played the Casio, Bindi prayed in Hindi, I recited a limerick in its honor.
Now--fuck it, I'm a killing machine. I can empty one of those big black boxes, and reset it, and have another one trapped in a matter of hours. Okay, so it is an infestation. But neither my landlord nor I want to use poison. We've decided to continue the killing spree until this batch is gone, and then see about sealing the holes. As I write this I realize that I have a kind of morbid fascination with my task--how long will it take for me to end the reproductive cycle of this mouse family? Bindi's on tour--isn't aware of my new blood lust. She may need to stay with Beau until the slaughter is over.
Posted by Srae at June 4, 2005 10:02 AMI recently went to my dad's lakeside property and noticed that there was a lot of mouse poop in his trailer--A LOT OF MOUSE POOP! He and his wife were in Ireland at the time, but when he got back, I told him about it. He told me that he had found the little bugger one night in a drawer, scratching around and waking him up. The only defense he had was a can of "Deep Woods Off." He poised the can of Off above the drawer and opened the drawer up. PSSSST!
He said he doesn't know where it took off for, but it's obviously back around, and I must assume he's been unmolested by mosquitoes for about six weeks.
Best of luck with the traps. Try Snicker's bars as bait. Mice like those.
Posted by: greatlizardking at June 6, 2005 10:42 PM"Try Snicker's bars as bait. Mice like those."
Well, that explains why I'm always getting my knuckles bruised...
Posted by: KING COMTE I at June 7, 2005 02:10 PM