Of Mice & Me

I was set to call this post something like, “Mice: Round 3”. I was only going to write about MICE and the whole saga that’s developed up here in Yurtlandia. It roughly went like this:

  1. We arrived. Mice were everywhere.

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2. We set up poison traps. Mice died everywhere.

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4. Mice came back. And proliferated.

5. We were scared to poison the mice again because it would affect the food supply chain for the other animals.

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7. Mice really proliferated.

We actually moved the kids out of the loft because it was Out.Of.Control.

I’m talking, mice getting into all of our clothes, mouse poop all over the place, puddles of mouse pee in our dishes! Ugh.  I thought of the cute little mice that I’d seen and taken pictures of, videos of too! – and was glad for the sake of bloody mercy that I wasn’t seeing them again, little shits.

I have no compunctions about grabbing them by the tail and feeding them to the ducks. Alive. The ducks pick them up, by the way, and thwack their necks with quick flick of their bills, scoop them up and in, and there they go. Mice-meal.



We’ve been waiting for a cat and we are planning on getting at least two of our friend’s kittens when they are weaned (and we are back from Vietnam). But the other day, I saw an ad on our local community forum for a cat… it said “she’s a mouser!” and I was sold. We went to pick her up.

So, here is where my post got diverged from calling it “Mice: Round 3” or something (snappy) like that. What happened was this: I was walking downstairs, carrying our new little cat (who is indeed a mouser! She killed mice all night, in her first night here! WOOOT!), and I was paying attention to her, not to where I was stepping. I mis-stepped, landed on the foot which has only recently fully healed from being broken in January…and sprained it. At least I hope it’s a sprain and not a fracture. Positive thinking, y’all.

I’m lying in bed now and typing this and Mikey’s dipping those instant bags of Indian food in boiling water. Dinner. My foot is duly elevated with ice packs on it and I just keep thinking of those effing mice. Maybe technically speaking, my sprain is my fault because I wasn’t watching where I was going, but I blame THEM, little defecating suckers of holey sadism.




Meriah Nichols is teacher and artist who lives in a yurt off the grid. She is deaf, has 3 kids (one with Down syndrome) and a lot of chickens. She writes about travel, disability, and getting dishes done. She likes her tea Earl Grey and hot.


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  • Hope you’re feeling better soon! A great and safe way to keep mice out of your living space is to use peppermint oil. A couple drops on a cotton ball sitting on a piece of tinfoil (to protect floors/surfaces) here and there worked wonders for us at a previous rental. Just don’t overdo it, or let your kids play directly with the oil. https://www.naha.org/naha-blog/peppermint-safety-info/

  • Meriah – before your site revamp, you had some additional pages, including a listing of down syndrome blogs by category. Is all that gone now, or am I just not finding it?

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