done and ringing like a bell

[truepenny]

You people have an Indiana Jones fixation. Not that I blame you.

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Thirdhop Scarp: 19,300 words. And done. 5,100 of those words were written today. No wonder I feel like my eyes are about to fall out.

It is the roughest of all possible rough drafts, but it is, at least in broad outlines, complete. And I have a week to make it work, and to cut it down to a more manageable size if that needs to happen, too.

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[I posted this as a comment in a friends-locked entry elsewhere in LJ this morning, but I'm going to recycle it in lieu of, you know, actual thought processes.]

I was an auditory witness to a mouse-murder once.

Back when Richie was still alive--and for the story to make sense, you have to know he wore a collar with a bell, because he was an escape artist and as dumb as a bag of hammers, and I was paranoid--and we were living in the only place we've ever (knock on wood) had a mouse problem.

1:30 in the morning, I'm lying awake in our pitch black bedroom, wondering what woke me.

jinglejinglejingle

The noise of the cat pattering about.

jinglejinglejingle

What on earth is he doing?

jinglejinglejingleCRONCH

what the blue-eyed FUCK?

jinglejinglejingle
jinglejinglejingleCRONCH

I get up, grope over to the source of the noise, and put my hand down on an ex-mouse.

At which point I curse, loudly, and mirrorthaw turns on the light.

We dispose of the mouse. I wash my hands like Lady Macbeth. Richie is indignant.

Everyone goes back to bed.

fin

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It was a memorable experience, though still not as bad as the time I was home from college for Christmas, and discovered the COLD, DEAD squirrel my parents' dog had stashed in the couch.

Comments

[jodi-davis.livejournal.com]

I have two Borzoi and sometimes I pop them in the jeep and drive way out on BLM land and let them run loose. I pop of the back of the jeep and recline with a book or a notepad and let them have their wide open fun.

I was just dozing off and suddenly Ayda the female jumps up in the back with me, which is normal and her brother should be here soon and they'll be ready to go... Only something hot and wet splashes across my face and I jump up into a gushing rabbit in Ayda's jaws that she is trying to give me. Only I really don't want it...

I looked like Carrie at the prom... After I had a heart attack and after she had a heart attack and her brother ran off with the gift... I finally got cleaned up enough to drive home - my husband thought something had mauled me when I pulled up at home.

[malinaldarose.livejournal.com]

I apologize for laughing at the cold, dead squirrel.

[meijhen.livejournal.com]

My husband once called me in the middle of the night (he was at home in Texas, I was on a business trip in England) to tell me that he had discovered a mouse head (sans body) under the kitchen table, and none of the cats would claim ownership. Interestingly enough, these were entirely indoor cats, and we had never seen a mouse in the apartment...ever (not even parts of them).

And then there was the time when he woke up to find the cat on the bed playing with something between his knees. He sits up, and looks down to find that she has caught a snake and brought it into the bed. (My husband is deathly afraid of snakes of all kinds.) Needless to say, kitty and snake went flying, as did the sheets, as Hubby practically levitated out of bed.

But I don't believe I've ever had the joy of finding an ex-anything by actually putting my hand on it...in the dark even. Ewwww.

[larryhammer]

You people have an Indiana Jones fixation.

Well, yah. That's why we like Teirnay West so much.

---L.