I'm agog with possibilities.
It's exciting and somewhat terrifying...what will be next? Mobile phone reception? The horror!!!! It's kind of nice living in the metaphorical dark ages sometimes...
Anyway, where was I? Oh that's right, Neil Young. So I was standing in the kitchen posting a photo of our ticket to see the man and his Crazy Horse this weekend, and I was standing really still waiting for my pic to upload, ( let me just say I am awesome at standing/sitting/lying really still after doing it 12 hours a day at Vipassana - booya!) when a tiny grey fluff ball scampered out from behind the oven. Nose twitching, it searched around for any leftover smears of dinner and seemed oblivious to me. Me, still as a statue. A statue of a ninja. My ninja eyes followed the rodent and my ninja brain devised a cunning plan.
And that my friends, is exactly what happened.
He chose a sistema Tupperware container as his weapon of choice and with bucketloads of zen oozing from every pore he stood and waited. And waited. And waited for little mousy's friends to come out and play. He even set up the iPad to record the moment. He was so still and quiet I swear I could hear tumbleweed rolling in Arizona. And sure enough, out poked a twitching nose to sniff at the hunk of French sourdough fruit loaf he had set out as bait, and wham! Down came the Tupperware!
So now they are off with Gav for a ride in a convertible, to be released somewhere lovely and far FAR away from our kitchen.
Much better and more fun than disposing of squished fluff balls in a mousetrap or finding ones dying on the front deck riddled with poison.
And they got to spend their last night with us in a soup pot snacking on French sourdough fruitloaf.