My hands were still wet from washing the cat vomit off of the front porch with the garden hose, when I cleaned out the dryer lint. Our cat Pooh, likes to eat grass, and then throw it back up beside the front door. I would rather the cat brought me mice instead of the vomited grass, if it was a gift he was leaving for me at my doorstep.
When I worked in Northern British Colombia at the fly in petroleum camp as a kitchen helper with my Aunt, I set a trap line for mice. I set the traps in the fields trying to catch a variety of species. I borrowed a stick shift and headed out on the dirt roads. There had been a research group that had camped near the Petroleum Camp from a Science Museum, the week before. They set traps for mice. They would catalog what they caught and then stuff the mice for their museum. Taxidermy for rodents. I worked with them when I had free time in the afternoons. I helped them dissect the mice. After they left I set my own trap line, and stuffed the mice I caught.
I know how to set trap lines for rodents. I know how to stuff mice, and I know not to take dryer lint out of the dryer with wet hands.
