Neanderpundit

for the fall migration of the mice to the pantry. We’ve caught 11 so far and I’m sure there are plenty to follow.

I put them outside on the driveway where the owl makes short work of them- I never heard of an owl eating anything dead but this one has. I thought about trying to teach the owl to grab them out of my hand but the idea of a 5′ wingspan raptor that can pick up a rabbit with those talons gave me pause.

Yanking the front pinion seal of the sploder saturday, I sliced the second knuckle of my middle finger sort of- off. Well, it wasn’t off, but i could see the knuckle joint and it wasn’t the sort of thing I was interested in seeing.

For some reason, I heal very rapidly (Possibly my body reacting to my work habits) so I wrapped it up right off and went on working (Nobody was gonna finish it for me). It never realy hurt, but it’s another damned crescent shaped scar on that knuckle, it matches one from years ago where it was cut in the other direction. It will look like a gecko bit me.

Mr B has graciously loaned me a couple of magazines, and the weapon is completely assembled (even the slightly mangled carry handle) so as soon as I can get to a range I will be blowing stuff up. Now I just need- what was it? Oh, yeah, time