Would you believe it! Another mouse in the trap and that's number five this week.
It was an interesting morning on the radio, listening to Canada's own Lise Doucet, speaking to various international female members of her BBC staff on women's issues around the world. Did you know that the first time an Iranian students hears anything about sex education is at university? The student is 22 years old and he or she is allowed to see a condom from a distance of 3 metres. It's mind blowing how the world treats women and their issues. I was fascinated by the 600+ kilometre line of women stretching through Kerala State in support of women who want to go to a Hindu temple. They can't go because they are female and they may be menstruating, which would upset the deity who decided he was going to remain a bachelor. What's amazing is that the women want to worship in his temple; I'd say, "To hell with him!" On the other hand, it's not the god who's causing the problem, it's the men who are the 'protectors' of this bachelor chap. I don't think any of them bothered asking for his opinion.
I was having people over for dinner in the evening and I had to think of what to do. I've only got one tiny hotplate so there was no way I could cook a meal for 7 people so I decided to think of somewhere where I could order the food and take out. I decided to go to the Oyster House which is a seafood restaurant I've been to many times with Cina, Vuth and their staff. Vuth just sits back and has a drink while Cina does all the ordering. It's always done in Khmer so I had no idea what she was saying; all I kept hearing was "Moi Kilo" which means "One Kilo". The food's always good so I asked Samnang, the 14 year old son of Cina and Vuth to come with me to help me with the ordering. He's the one who comes over to cook for me. He chatted in Khmer and passed on the order. I nearly had a heart attack when I was told it would cost $55. It turned out he'd ordered a kilo of crab, a kilo of shrimp, two large bbq'd fish with vegetables and a large plate of fried rice with vegetables and seafood. He also told me he'd asked for it to be super spicy. I crawled up one side of him and down the other and then he started laughing - he hadn't.
It was a challenge as I don't have much in the way of furniture and kitchen supplies. My kitchen table went into the living room and joined up with my desk to make a long table. I put onto the table all the plates, bowls and cutlery I possessed and hoped for the best. Bea and Luc came early and we kept getting reports from Sokha that he was getting closer. It took him 2 1/2 hours to come from the outskirts of Phnom Penh to the centre, where I live. He came with his wife, two daughters and his dad. All Cambodians love seafood and they attacked everything with relish. I can take it or leave it, especially when there are shells involved - I just don't have the patience to deal with food that's smothered in spicy sauce and has a shell to remove. Luckily the crab shells are soft enough I just chomp on everything. There was food left over so Sokha was happy to take it home.
I took them downstairs to the back door at 9.00pm and then I returned to bring down the mouse. Again, it took quite a bit of bashing around to get rid of the thing. At 9.30pm I put some more food in the trap and by 10pm there was another mouse jumping around inside. I couldn't believe it. They must be enjoying my peanut butter. It's going to have to wait until tomorrow night to be released. I've decided I'm going shopping to see if I can find something to deal with this crisis.
Saturday, 5 January 2019
Never too old to learn
I caught another mouse this morning, or rather the lovely live trap did. I don't know what would be worse, dealing with a dead mouse or this live one. It'll have to wait until tonight as I have no plans to take it out during daylight hours.
We are preparing for remnants of the storm that's hitting Thailand at the moment but so far nothing has happened. We did have a gentle shower but I have a feeling we are going to be saved from any bad weather.
This morning the European Union declared it was going to cease funding to Myanmar because of the government's attitude towards various issues. The EU is the largest donor to the country so it'll have a huge impact. The same is happening here in Cambodia; the EU has said it will cut funding to the country unless the Prime Minister does something about the human rights record of his government. He's not likely to do that, so the main group of people to suffer, as usual, will be the poor and especially the young ladies in the garments' industry. The Prime Minister says he won't be affected as he's got plenty of money so he's not troubled by the threats. It reminds me of Trump today saying that landlords will be nice to their tenants because they are unpaid government workers. Someone who knows Trump said he's a landlord who would definitely not be nice if his tenants couldn't pay their rents.
I learned today that the big bosses around the world have already earned this year (and it's only the 4th of January) what an ordinary worker will take all year to earn. I can't help wondering why this is allowed to happen; is it the shareholders fault?
I borrowed a book online from my Alberta library. It's just an ordinary murder mystery kind of book so I wasn't expecting anything profound, but it's amazing what one learns from novels. This time I've learned all about my death, ancient Egyptian style. There's this god called Anubis who is the man responsible for coffins and for weighing the hearts of the dead. He takes us to the "Hall of Truth" where we are attended by lovely goddesses who most likely give us cups of tea while we wait for the god Orisis and Thoth his scribe. We are taken to a place where there's a set of golden scales - the "justice" type of scales with two balancing plates. What bothered me was that there were 42 judges so I didn't think I'd stand a chance. The heart of my soul is put on one plate on the scales and a feather of truth put on the other place. At that point I knew I wouldn't stand a chance. If I passed muster I then go to the Bliss of the Field of Reeds where a boat will pick me up and we set off to paradise. If my heart is too heavy for the feather then my poor heart is thrown on the floor and it's gobbled up by Amenti who seems to be a cross between a crocodile, leopard and rhino. He's known as The Gobbler and I guess that's what he does. It's nice to know there's no hell but there's no existence either as I've been gobbled up. Maybe I should stick to one of the more modern ideas out there.
I went shopping for vegetables in the afternoon. This time I went to the local market rather than to the big supermarket. The next time I go I'm going to have a go at buying some of the fish although I'd want it to be deceased before I take it home. In the market the fish are jumping all over the place. Some of them are mud fish and can survive out of water; some escape and it's fun watching the ladies trying to catch them and bring them back.
I took the mouse outside and rattled the cage quite a bit to get rid of it. The mice never realise that I'm trying to let them go and they hang onto the wires for grim death. It's depressing because, as soon as I get back upstairs, I prepare a trap for the next victim.
Bea paid a visit and we had an early dinner together. She enjoys Indian food so off we went to my local Pakistani Taj Mahal. She's done quite a bit of winter volunteering at the children's home near Battambang. Tomorrow I will hopefully meet Luc who is another volunteer - he's from Quebec while Bea is from Alberta. It's nice to have a Canadian chat every so often.
I typed some of my Nigerian diary today and it's mind boggling what I experienced. On this particular day our bus driver didn't stop on the exact spot outside our school. The military ordered him out of the vehicle and he had to bunny hop down the road with his hands over his ears. When he was told to turn around to return to the vehicle he was told to do it crawling on his stomach. Wouldn't Canadian roads be more entertaining if the police would make speeding drivers and other wrong-doers do similar things.
We are preparing for remnants of the storm that's hitting Thailand at the moment but so far nothing has happened. We did have a gentle shower but I have a feeling we are going to be saved from any bad weather.
This morning the European Union declared it was going to cease funding to Myanmar because of the government's attitude towards various issues. The EU is the largest donor to the country so it'll have a huge impact. The same is happening here in Cambodia; the EU has said it will cut funding to the country unless the Prime Minister does something about the human rights record of his government. He's not likely to do that, so the main group of people to suffer, as usual, will be the poor and especially the young ladies in the garments' industry. The Prime Minister says he won't be affected as he's got plenty of money so he's not troubled by the threats. It reminds me of Trump today saying that landlords will be nice to their tenants because they are unpaid government workers. Someone who knows Trump said he's a landlord who would definitely not be nice if his tenants couldn't pay their rents.
I learned today that the big bosses around the world have already earned this year (and it's only the 4th of January) what an ordinary worker will take all year to earn. I can't help wondering why this is allowed to happen; is it the shareholders fault?
I borrowed a book online from my Alberta library. It's just an ordinary murder mystery kind of book so I wasn't expecting anything profound, but it's amazing what one learns from novels. This time I've learned all about my death, ancient Egyptian style. There's this god called Anubis who is the man responsible for coffins and for weighing the hearts of the dead. He takes us to the "Hall of Truth" where we are attended by lovely goddesses who most likely give us cups of tea while we wait for the god Orisis and Thoth his scribe. We are taken to a place where there's a set of golden scales - the "justice" type of scales with two balancing plates. What bothered me was that there were 42 judges so I didn't think I'd stand a chance. The heart of my soul is put on one plate on the scales and a feather of truth put on the other place. At that point I knew I wouldn't stand a chance. If I passed muster I then go to the Bliss of the Field of Reeds where a boat will pick me up and we set off to paradise. If my heart is too heavy for the feather then my poor heart is thrown on the floor and it's gobbled up by Amenti who seems to be a cross between a crocodile, leopard and rhino. He's known as The Gobbler and I guess that's what he does. It's nice to know there's no hell but there's no existence either as I've been gobbled up. Maybe I should stick to one of the more modern ideas out there.
I went shopping for vegetables in the afternoon. This time I went to the local market rather than to the big supermarket. The next time I go I'm going to have a go at buying some of the fish although I'd want it to be deceased before I take it home. In the market the fish are jumping all over the place. Some of them are mud fish and can survive out of water; some escape and it's fun watching the ladies trying to catch them and bring them back.
I took the mouse outside and rattled the cage quite a bit to get rid of it. The mice never realise that I'm trying to let them go and they hang onto the wires for grim death. It's depressing because, as soon as I get back upstairs, I prepare a trap for the next victim.
Bea paid a visit and we had an early dinner together. She enjoys Indian food so off we went to my local Pakistani Taj Mahal. She's done quite a bit of winter volunteering at the children's home near Battambang. Tomorrow I will hopefully meet Luc who is another volunteer - he's from Quebec while Bea is from Alberta. It's nice to have a Canadian chat every so often.
I typed some of my Nigerian diary today and it's mind boggling what I experienced. On this particular day our bus driver didn't stop on the exact spot outside our school. The military ordered him out of the vehicle and he had to bunny hop down the road with his hands over his ears. When he was told to turn around to return to the vehicle he was told to do it crawling on his stomach. Wouldn't Canadian roads be more entertaining if the police would make speeding drivers and other wrong-doers do similar things.
Thursday, 3 January 2019
The mouse saga continues
I caught yet another mouse during the night; that's number three. I am getting fed up doing my neighbours' job; after all, they are their mice, not mine. I have to wait until all the neighbours are indoors before I go out to let them loose. So far I've been told to think about getting "Bounce" (which I may find in the supermarket but then I can't read the labels), peppermint oil and dish-wash liquid, and mothballs.
There's a gentle rain falling as I write this. I was told this afternoon that Thailand is expecting a tropical storm so I hope this is all we are going to get. I'm enjoying the cooler weather as I don't need fans whirring away all day.
I watched a young lady in an enormous black car trying to do a many point turn in the middle of a major boulevard. The car was new enough to have no license plates. It was a Bentley. I wish I had access to a fairy who could zap all these arrogant, cheating people and get them off the roads. Nowadays, I tend to walk with the traffic coming from behind. I have decided if I do it this way, then they have to watch out for me. I'm fed up facing traffic and having to do the weaving in and out. I'm taking the attitude that I'm old, white and uninsured so I should be all right.
I had the bright idea of buying the blender a few days ago. Today I was having lunch with Cina and family and I pointed out that I'd bought the same blender they use. "But we've got two more that aren't being used," she said. "We were given them free of charge with the fridge in your apartment." There's no refund or returns here so I'm stuck with it. A least I'm happy I picked the same brand they got as I'm told it's a good one.
Have you heard the rap song, "This is America"? It's by a well known black singer. It's satire on what is happening in the USA from the black perspective and it's scathing and nasty in parts. It has been viewed 458 million times. I heard on the BBC that it's been copied by many countries so you can now listen to "This is Iraq", "This is Nigeria" etc. Americans won't like the Iraqi version as it has US soldiers killing local people and marching Iraqis around in orange jump suits. The Nigerian one bothered me as it sounds as if nothing has changed since I was there in the early 80s. The main punch line is "This is Nigeria and everybody's a criminal." There's a bit where two or three Muslim girls, wearing hijabs, are doing some modern cult dance. Boko Haram threatened the writer to take the video down from YouTube but he wouldn't.
Even if one wants to be honest, it was often hard to do. When I was in Nigeria I had to renew my driver's license so I joined the queue in the office. A young man came to me and said he would deal with the matter and I could come the next day to pick up my renewal. I asked him where I should meet him and he pointed to a tree and said, "Over there." I went the next day to collect it; he handed it to me and I turned to walk away. "Hey! What are you doing for me?" I said, "Don't you work here?" He said, "I come here to do things for people." Here I was, thinking he was on staff. People keep telling me I'm naive, which may be true, but I like it better than being cynical about everything.
There's a gentle rain falling as I write this. I was told this afternoon that Thailand is expecting a tropical storm so I hope this is all we are going to get. I'm enjoying the cooler weather as I don't need fans whirring away all day.
I watched a young lady in an enormous black car trying to do a many point turn in the middle of a major boulevard. The car was new enough to have no license plates. It was a Bentley. I wish I had access to a fairy who could zap all these arrogant, cheating people and get them off the roads. Nowadays, I tend to walk with the traffic coming from behind. I have decided if I do it this way, then they have to watch out for me. I'm fed up facing traffic and having to do the weaving in and out. I'm taking the attitude that I'm old, white and uninsured so I should be all right.
I had the bright idea of buying the blender a few days ago. Today I was having lunch with Cina and family and I pointed out that I'd bought the same blender they use. "But we've got two more that aren't being used," she said. "We were given them free of charge with the fridge in your apartment." There's no refund or returns here so I'm stuck with it. A least I'm happy I picked the same brand they got as I'm told it's a good one.
Have you heard the rap song, "This is America"? It's by a well known black singer. It's satire on what is happening in the USA from the black perspective and it's scathing and nasty in parts. It has been viewed 458 million times. I heard on the BBC that it's been copied by many countries so you can now listen to "This is Iraq", "This is Nigeria" etc. Americans won't like the Iraqi version as it has US soldiers killing local people and marching Iraqis around in orange jump suits. The Nigerian one bothered me as it sounds as if nothing has changed since I was there in the early 80s. The main punch line is "This is Nigeria and everybody's a criminal." There's a bit where two or three Muslim girls, wearing hijabs, are doing some modern cult dance. Boko Haram threatened the writer to take the video down from YouTube but he wouldn't.
Even if one wants to be honest, it was often hard to do. When I was in Nigeria I had to renew my driver's license so I joined the queue in the office. A young man came to me and said he would deal with the matter and I could come the next day to pick up my renewal. I asked him where I should meet him and he pointed to a tree and said, "Over there." I went the next day to collect it; he handed it to me and I turned to walk away. "Hey! What are you doing for me?" I said, "Don't you work here?" He said, "I come here to do things for people." Here I was, thinking he was on staff. People keep telling me I'm naive, which may be true, but I like it better than being cynical about everything.
Comedy
This morning I listened to a BBC international comedy hour. The programme had a lady comedienne from Malawi as the compere and the dozen or so performers were from various parts of the world. I was interested by the fact that most of them were women; three of them declared themselves to be lesbian. I'm not sure if that had anything to do with their being funny. In the old days being a comedian meant being a man. I think I gave up on humour about forty years ago. Being British I naturally enjoyed BBC comedy while I lived in the UK. When I moved to Canada I was raised on mostly US shows such as "I love Lucy", "The Carol Burnett Show". I laughed my head off at Archie Bunker. Then something happened; I got sick of North American humour and to this day I don't find it the least bit funny. The CBC has comedy programmes, and people are always laughing their heads off, but I have to switch off the radio. Nowadays, If I want to have a laugh, I go to YouTube and watch the old comedy programmes. Tim Conway from the Carol Burnett Show still makes me laugh. So what's gone wrong?
What interested me about the BBC show was the fact that I laughed throughout the entire hour. Maybe it was something to do with the fact that most of the comedians had moved to the UK from various parts of the world and so they were tuned into British humour. I'm not one of those who remembers jokes but I still remember the Russian lady saying that there was a new trend in Russian Presidents that had them involved in the elections of presidents all over the world. The Mumbai man had me in stitches talking about the British in India. He mentioned that they'd introduced gin and tonic as a wonderful cure for malaria, and tea, which he objected to as it was "Ours in the first place".
This morning I looked in room 2 in the mouse house and didn't see anyone. Vuth came over so I said he could take it back as I obviously didn't need it any more. At that point I saw a shadow scampering around in room 1 and there it was - another mouse. I went downstairs, around 10pm when the alley was asleep, and released it. This time it scampered off into the darkness and didn't bother about the neighbours' homes.
My head is getting so muddled with appointments; I'm glad Cina has given me one of the many calendars her company receives each year. I got quite excited when Vuth said the French Bred bank calendar showed Cambodian national holidays. They usually have a couple a month so it's nice to know they are happening. Unfortunately, this calendar shows them in blue but explains what they are in Khmer. Makara here means January and the 7th is a national holiday called Victory Day - which is for victory over the Khmer Rouge. It's also a very popular name for a boy child. When I left the office I bumped into Soubert, who is a stickler for political correctness. He jabbed his finger at the day and said, "It should be Invasion Day!" That's because, on the 7th of January, the Vietnamese came and got rid of Pol Pot but then they occupied the country for 10 years until they were told by the UN to get out. I suppose there are many dates that mean different things to different people.
This evening I have a dinner appointment with a Canadian friend who is passing through Phnom Penh on her way to Bangkok. Tomorrow I'll most likely be meeting another Canadian friend who is returning to Cambodia after spending the holiday with his wife in Thailand. On the 12th a friend from the UK is coming to help with the dentists; the group arrives on the 14th and we start work on the 15th. On the 19th I've just heard that a friend from Poland is coming here and wants to meet with me. She's here until the 28th, and visiting many of the places I'll be in, but not at the same time. I may be able to see her while the dentists are touring the temples in Siem Reap. Meanwhile, two of the dental group leave the group a day early, two are having a short touring holiday after the work ends, two more are staying on in town and want my help seeing things, one lady is going off on her own for a backpacking experience and needs buses and hotel rooms. My brain can't even deal with my own travel arrangements, never mind anyone else's.
What interested me about the BBC show was the fact that I laughed throughout the entire hour. Maybe it was something to do with the fact that most of the comedians had moved to the UK from various parts of the world and so they were tuned into British humour. I'm not one of those who remembers jokes but I still remember the Russian lady saying that there was a new trend in Russian Presidents that had them involved in the elections of presidents all over the world. The Mumbai man had me in stitches talking about the British in India. He mentioned that they'd introduced gin and tonic as a wonderful cure for malaria, and tea, which he objected to as it was "Ours in the first place".
This morning I looked in room 2 in the mouse house and didn't see anyone. Vuth came over so I said he could take it back as I obviously didn't need it any more. At that point I saw a shadow scampering around in room 1 and there it was - another mouse. I went downstairs, around 10pm when the alley was asleep, and released it. This time it scampered off into the darkness and didn't bother about the neighbours' homes.
My head is getting so muddled with appointments; I'm glad Cina has given me one of the many calendars her company receives each year. I got quite excited when Vuth said the French Bred bank calendar showed Cambodian national holidays. They usually have a couple a month so it's nice to know they are happening. Unfortunately, this calendar shows them in blue but explains what they are in Khmer. Makara here means January and the 7th is a national holiday called Victory Day - which is for victory over the Khmer Rouge. It's also a very popular name for a boy child. When I left the office I bumped into Soubert, who is a stickler for political correctness. He jabbed his finger at the day and said, "It should be Invasion Day!" That's because, on the 7th of January, the Vietnamese came and got rid of Pol Pot but then they occupied the country for 10 years until they were told by the UN to get out. I suppose there are many dates that mean different things to different people.
This evening I have a dinner appointment with a Canadian friend who is passing through Phnom Penh on her way to Bangkok. Tomorrow I'll most likely be meeting another Canadian friend who is returning to Cambodia after spending the holiday with his wife in Thailand. On the 12th a friend from the UK is coming to help with the dentists; the group arrives on the 14th and we start work on the 15th. On the 19th I've just heard that a friend from Poland is coming here and wants to meet with me. She's here until the 28th, and visiting many of the places I'll be in, but not at the same time. I may be able to see her while the dentists are touring the temples in Siem Reap. Meanwhile, two of the dental group leave the group a day early, two are having a short touring holiday after the work ends, two more are staying on in town and want my help seeing things, one lady is going off on her own for a backpacking experience and needs buses and hotel rooms. My brain can't even deal with my own travel arrangements, never mind anyone else's.
Tuesday, 1 January 2019
A new year has started
It must be chilly. I have turned the fan off and I'm wearing a shirt. I hope it's a sign that the "cold" season has started. I've had a busy few days so it's going to be good to get into a normal daily routine.
There are no secrets around here. A friend phoned to wish me a happy new year and he mentioned I'd been to his family for the day on Saturday. His sister told him everything I'd eaten, which she said wasn't much. He was worried I wasn't well yet. If it's not my eating habits then it's my appearance that comes in for observation. Yesterday a young friend said, "I swear your ears are growing." Today I was told my eyebrows are going all over the place, which is true, and I'm going to have to do something with the fast growing white ones. I was also reminded that my nose hairs were coming out of my nose. People seem to forget that I've been ill and couldn't be bothered with such trivia. I was also told that when I bend down I have a lump in the middle of my back but it disappears when I stand up. If I were 20 years old I'd be feeling a bit paranoid at this moment.
Last night I chatted to Chan and his family who were down below on the street on their motorbike. They wanted me to join them for countdown at the riverside but I'd got Oudom with me - which was a good excuse as I wasn't that interested. Oudom wanted to count down for the new year but I said we were going to bed and that was that. I asked him to set the alarm, which he did, for 11.50pm! I could have strangled him when it woke me up but not him. I deliberately stayed awake until midnight so I could bash and pummel him but he was fast asleep.
We went out for lunch today, to a Chinese Dim Sum place. When Cina orders food one never knows when the end has arrived. We'd had the usual wonton soup, dumplings with shrimp, bean curd balls, fried rice with seafood, a plate of a variety of mushrooms and I thought that was it but then plates arrives with various chicken, pork and duck dishes. I managed to get through a bit of each and then a sweet and sour fish arrived. I think we were all heaving by that time but more was to come - a vegetable dish, a crispy mushroom dish and a dessert. I went home and had to lie down for a while.
I've bought myself a blender. There are always sales at big holidays so I went back into town to buy one. I was pleased to see it was made in Vietnam which is a lovely change to coming from China. I think that's my final gadget purchase.
I caught a mouse last night - they really enjoy peanut butter here. The locals call them rats but they are more like a large mouse. This one spent the day in the cage until I decided to go outside to get rid of it. I waited until it was dark as I always have a problem getting the creature out of the cage as they cling to the wire walls while I'm shaking to get it out. I decided to let it go in the alley; I even saw one running along when I went outside so I knew he'd have company. He plopped out of the cage, staggered about a bit, ran right past the nose of Friday (my neighbour's dog) and ran straight into their home. It's so embarrassing. The last time I released a mouse it also ran into a neighbour's home. I suppose I should be grateful they decide not to come back to mine. I've now set the trap to see if any more are planning on visiting.
There are no secrets around here. A friend phoned to wish me a happy new year and he mentioned I'd been to his family for the day on Saturday. His sister told him everything I'd eaten, which she said wasn't much. He was worried I wasn't well yet. If it's not my eating habits then it's my appearance that comes in for observation. Yesterday a young friend said, "I swear your ears are growing." Today I was told my eyebrows are going all over the place, which is true, and I'm going to have to do something with the fast growing white ones. I was also reminded that my nose hairs were coming out of my nose. People seem to forget that I've been ill and couldn't be bothered with such trivia. I was also told that when I bend down I have a lump in the middle of my back but it disappears when I stand up. If I were 20 years old I'd be feeling a bit paranoid at this moment.
Last night I chatted to Chan and his family who were down below on the street on their motorbike. They wanted me to join them for countdown at the riverside but I'd got Oudom with me - which was a good excuse as I wasn't that interested. Oudom wanted to count down for the new year but I said we were going to bed and that was that. I asked him to set the alarm, which he did, for 11.50pm! I could have strangled him when it woke me up but not him. I deliberately stayed awake until midnight so I could bash and pummel him but he was fast asleep.
We went out for lunch today, to a Chinese Dim Sum place. When Cina orders food one never knows when the end has arrived. We'd had the usual wonton soup, dumplings with shrimp, bean curd balls, fried rice with seafood, a plate of a variety of mushrooms and I thought that was it but then plates arrives with various chicken, pork and duck dishes. I managed to get through a bit of each and then a sweet and sour fish arrived. I think we were all heaving by that time but more was to come - a vegetable dish, a crispy mushroom dish and a dessert. I went home and had to lie down for a while.
I've bought myself a blender. There are always sales at big holidays so I went back into town to buy one. I was pleased to see it was made in Vietnam which is a lovely change to coming from China. I think that's my final gadget purchase.
I caught a mouse last night - they really enjoy peanut butter here. The locals call them rats but they are more like a large mouse. This one spent the day in the cage until I decided to go outside to get rid of it. I waited until it was dark as I always have a problem getting the creature out of the cage as they cling to the wire walls while I'm shaking to get it out. I decided to let it go in the alley; I even saw one running along when I went outside so I knew he'd have company. He plopped out of the cage, staggered about a bit, ran right past the nose of Friday (my neighbour's dog) and ran straight into their home. It's so embarrassing. The last time I released a mouse it also ran into a neighbour's home. I suppose I should be grateful they decide not to come back to mine. I've now set the trap to see if any more are planning on visiting.
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