Saddam is dead

Do not click this link if you don't want to see a dead body

I just watched Saddam die.

Prior to clicking the link I didn't think it would affect me as much as it did. I mean, I've seen dead bodies before. Hell I've practically skinned them and played with their insides - all in the quest of becoming a doctor. I've looked into lifeless eyes and dissected the nerves that use to make them work.

I thought I wouldn't care. Here was a man who killed his own people. A man who was not a good man, someone who I believed deserved to die. I believe in the death sentence. If you can kill, you should be aware that you can be killed.

So I clicked the link.

I watched him muttering prayers to himself.

I saw them slip the noose around his neck.

And then he dropped.

He dropped and I saw him hanging there lifeless, with his eyes staring at the ceiling, and I got the worst feeling in my stomach. Not much can be said about witnessing a death. Something going from alive and thinking to dead and... hanging

I didn't like it.

Happy Holidays!

I PASSED ALL MY CLASSES!!!

of course it seems that many of you knew I would do that... thank you for the vote of confidence.

31 people failed micro, 29 immuno - I haven't heard the numbers for path yet but i'm sure it'll be much less.

One of the unfortunate failures was my roommate. She failed micro. I have absolutely no idea how - but she did. She's now in the process of freaking out/trying to figure out what to do. There's another school she can transfer to that is not accredited, but will get her into clinicals at the same time she was supposed to. I don't know what she's going to do... I feel horribly for her. She has a banshee of a mother that nags her to death - and comes from a very strict indian family.

It makes me get butterflies just thinking about the hell she's currently going through.

***

In other news home is going well - if you call having less sleep than I had during finals well. My parents surprised me when I came home by building up their 2 level basement into a little mini apartment for me. They wake me up at the crack of dawn - I am dragged out by friends by midday, and usually do not get to bed until 2. I've had dinners I've HAD to attend, family to see, and presents to buy all within the 2 days everyone wants to see me the most and people seem to be shopping the most. I stayed at home for the first time today since I've been in town, but had 2 friends sleep over, half the extended family come to see me and enough chores to send me into a tailspin.

CPE has realized I am using the same number, and as always has started calling/texting. I have been hit on by your typical DC types - they don't seem to like it when I laugh in their faces when the flashing of money or mention of military experience comes into play, and thankfully the mother hasn't shoved any marriage prospects at me. I think she realizes that I'm too cranky to deal with that stuff due to lack of sleep.

Needless to say life is hectic...

I will also be turning 24 in 10 short minutes... oooooooooh boy.

Anyway - happy holidays to all I should be playing in the blog world a lot more (we'll see)

:)

MIA

Things are really hectic at home. My flights went well, and my friend got me shitty on the flight during a layover on caramel bailey's and some passion fruit liquer I bought in Puerto Rico. I slept for much less than I thought I would before being picked up by my friend this morning and driven around being showed off like a cute little puppy.

Anyway - I might not be in the blogosphere for awhile. :) YAY HOME!

it is 5 am...

I take my exam in 4 hours

I haven't slept

and I still haven't reviewed HALF of the shit needed for my pathology exam.

shoot me.

now.

You are so beautiful

Tonight I said goodbye to my fourth semesters. They've been here for what seems like eternity, and tonight... was their last night. I straightened my hair (unheard of in this humidity) and dressed up - yes I know, very unlike me. Back home no one knows my hair is curly. I maintained. Here it's a big deal, I apparently look very different.

One person who always mentioned this was TB. In the old house, the power was 220V. European standard I guess. Here in the new house, we're at a good ol' american 110V. This means I can use a blow dryer. Needless to say TB has only seen me in curly. He's always wanted to see straight. He loved my hair - always played with it when he wasn't supposed to.

*General rule* Curly hair does not = running fingers through hair. Then you end up with a troll.

I come back home and he's on skype. It's 4:30 his time - mr. TB is up late studying. We get to talking, and I tell him I went out. He calls and I have the video set up.

Now during this whole ordeal my roomie and pseudo are running around trying to pack up pseudo's stuff. She's a fourth semester... she's leaving me too :(.

The second the video kicks in and there's a silence of about a minute. The internet on the island isn't always very reliable so I keep saying hello - to make sure he's there. The roomie is running around trying to figure out where pseudo's stuff is, and they're arguing about what she's going to leave here and take with here. She's seriously leaving us about 300 dollars worth of stuff. Then I hear a: "You look really nice."

Damn him, he saw me blush.

Since the break up we havn't really discussed... us. I havn't told him how much I miss him - wait no, I did - kinda. I've been thinking "dammit, why the hell am I attached to someone when he and I are both too busy?" I've been repressing...

So I laughed his comment off, and asked him if he's going to get the highest grade on his exams again (he's so freakin smart, a scholarship to one of the most competitive top ranked universities in EUROPE, AND he's getting the highest marks - god that's so hot). Again another silence:

"Sometimes I really miss you -- but only a little bit"

*insert scrambling roomie and pseudo in the background*
At this very moment roomie pops up behind me: "HI TB!"

DOH!

There went my moment. I take out my headphones and he talks to her a second - at which time I tell him I need to get back to studying.

I copped out, I KNOW... I can't seem to deal with this nonesense! UGH!

So I'm waiting for him to close his video tab - and... nothing. He just leaves it on... I decide to go on my merry little way studying -- knowing he's watching me.

about 20 minutes later he tells me he's going to bed. I say goodnight - and again there's silence.

he types to me "You are so beautiful" via skype vs. saying it and signs off before I can reply.

For some freakin reason - that really hit me.

It hit me because he acknowledged how I wanted him to feel, and for some reason convinced myself he wasn't feeling it. It hit me because he DOESN'T express himself like that, or put himself in a situation where he can be burned... EVER. It hit me because I couldn't respond. It hit me because I had my chance to spill my guts and missed it. AND DAMMIT IT HIT ME BECAUSE I MISS HIM AND I CAN'T EVER HAVE HIM!

Damn him! :( Germany is still too far away...

I need to be over this

The ABC's of Khoshkell

Lets see... it would be nice if I put these in alphabetical order, but that would be annoying. Lets try chronologically placed men that keep coming up in my life.


Navy: I met him New Years night 2007, he was my kiss. We both didn't think we'd ever see each other again, but in the small world online we somehow found one another. We started e mailing back and forth my last semester in antigua.
CPE: My first boyfriend after my high school sweetheart - about 2 years later. He's a little kooky. Ok really kookie. Psychotic is more like it, and I usually deal with him out of pity.
The high school sweetheart. I don't think I've given him initials yet, AG
KFP: The guy I dated about 2 weeks after the "final" break up" with CPE. He burned me. Bad. Left me for some 19 year old blonde floozy in Cali. Still hurts thinking about it.
TB: A guy I dated my 2nd semester here. I thought I really cared about him. He's the one guy I'd thought of before myself (recently) so I ended the relationship. I might have had something to do with the fact that he lives in Germany, but I'm over it.

*insert random initials here*
R = some guy I was kinda dating before leaving the country
J = my new years kiss 2006
AGL = a guy I went on one date with that bought me an IPOD, refused to take it back which was eventually stolen by "the bitch that stole my ipod"
SP = small penis. A guy in my classes, he has horrible teeth but a nice body. Meh
*end of random initials*

I will update as I think of more. :)

Don't use the mouth

I found this through browsing. A radio station has some kind of call in where people call in and try to figure out if their boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife is cheating on them.

Lol, listen to this indian couple:

Thank god.

I just took my micro shelf, and that mother effer was HARD...

let's just hope everyone else fucks up as much as i think I did.

I was top 15 going in... :( we'll see

A moment of silence...

China's white dolphin called extinct after 20 million years

BEIJING, China (AP) -- An expedition searching for a rare Yangtze River dolphin ended Wednesday without a single sighting and with the team's leader saying one of the world's oldest species was effectively extinct.

The white dolphin known as baiji, shy and nearly blind, dates back some 20 million years. Its disappearance is believed to be the first time in a half-century, since hunting killed off the Caribbean monk seal, that a large aquatic mammal has been driven to extinction.

A few baiji may still exist in their native Yangtze habitat in eastern China but not in sufficient numbers to breed and ward off extinction, said August Pfluger, the Swiss co-leader of the joint Chinese-foreign expedition.

"We have to accept the fact, that the Baiji is functionally extinct. We lost the race," Pfluger said in a statement released by the expedition. "It is a tragedy, a loss not only for China, but for the entire world. We are all incredibly sad."

Overfishing and shipping traffic, whose engines interfere with the sonar the baiji uses to navigate and feed, are likely the main reasons for the mammal's decline, Pfluger said. Though the Yangtze is polluted, water samples taken by the expedition every 30 miles did not show high concentrations of toxic substances, the statement said.

For nearly six weeks, Pfluger's team of 30 scientists scoured a 1,000-mile heavily trafficked stretch of the Yangtze, where the baiji once thrived. The expedition's two boats, equipped with high-tech binoculars and underwater microphones, trailed each other an hour apart without radio contact so that a sighting by one vessel would not prejudice the other.

Around 400 baiji were believed to be living in the Yangtze in the 1980s. The last full-fledged search, in 1997, yielded 13 confirmed sightings, and a fisherman claimed to have seen a baiji in 2004, Pfluger said in an earlier interview.

At least 20 to 25 baiji would now be needed to give the species a chance to survive, the group's statement said, citing Wang Ding, a hydrobiologist and China's foremost campaigner for the baiji.

Pfluger, an economist by training who later went to work for an environmental group, was a member of the 1997 expedition and recalls the excitement of seeing a baiji cavorting in the waters near Dongting Lake.

"It marked me," he said in an interview Monday. He went on to set up the baiji.org Foundation to save the dolphin.

That goal having evaporated, Pfluger said his foundation would turn to teaching sustainable fishing practices and trying to save other freshwater dolphins. The expedition also surveyed one of those dwindling species, the Yangtze finless porpoise, finding less than 400 of them.

"The situation of the finless porpoise is just like that of the baiji 20 years ago," Wang, the Chinese scientist, said in the statement. "Their numbers are declining at an alarming rate. If we do not act soon they will become a second baiji."

Pfluger and an occasional online diary kept by expedition members traced a dispiriting situation, as day after day team members engaged in a fruitless search for the baiji.

"At first the atmosphere was 'Let's go. Let's go save this damn species,"' Pfluger said. "As the weeks went on we got more desperate and had to motivate each other."

[Source]

This makes me sad...

Stop killing whales motherfuckers - they're going to be gone soon too. Hear about the asian market on caribbean waters?

...yeah, pieces of shit.

Mentally available.

Inspired by Light Strikes a Deal I started thinking about image...

I test men.

Though I like the attention when I dress up for a man, say a first date, or a night out with the girls -- I don't want the main driving force of the relationship to revolve around my looks.

I dated a guy after my high school sweetheart that wanted a trophy. He didn't like me talking to other men, and I wasn't supposed to speak much when going out. I was 20 pounds lighter than I am now, 3 dress sizes smaller, and he would poke my belly and tell me I needed to work on it. I would like to make it clear that people currently tell me I need to gain weight. I was TINY.

As with all high school relationships I "broke up" with him a month later. Yes, this all occurred in a month. Shocking, I know.

I am way too dominating to be in a relationship like that. I guess I'm the only girl that has ever broken up with him. That might be why whenever I run into this guy in the clubs he still tells me I'm the perfect girl, and that we should get married. Thrill of the chase? I think so.

So I started doing things to test men. The guy above knew nothing about me - actually I thought he knew nothing, but he recently filled out a "myspace survey" about me that was pretty damn accurate. Shocker. - so I wanted to make sure future men KNEW me before I'd commit.

The Looks:
I was single for about 2 years before I met CPE. The first night he came over I was packing for beach week at the end of my junior year of college. I was in sweats and a t shirt. I never wear makeup, but the hair was pretty ratty too. He helped me pack, loaded my bags, and called me to make sure I got there ok. How's that for a first date?

After our first date, I asked KFP if he would model in my photography portfolio due at the end of the year. Mind you, this is the first week I knew the kid. I showed up in jeans, a ratty t shirt, and my camera back. He had only seen me the night he picked me up, and our first date. Make up, heels and etc.

I hate make up - scratch that, I do love mascara - and I rarely make an effort to dress up.

The mind:
Apparently people with good personalities aren't meant to be smart. One of my best friend's in high school a lower grade than me once told me after I'd helped her with her homework "no offense nic, but I didn't think you were one of those smart people."

I have two types of friends. My school/intellectual friends, and my go out all the time and party friends. It's like that episode of seinfeld when George's two worlds were going to collide if Elaine hung out with his soon to be wife. The only people who knew I was SMART and liked to PARTY were my sorority sisters - and I still wasn't too crazy around them. My party friends are crazy, and I had your typical nerdy chemistry friends at school. My worlds would collide in the school cafeteria where the Greek life had their little section to eat - and my lab buddies would ask if it was ok to sit there. (How very high school of us)

So within the first week I bring up random topics. I mention I read a lot of books when I was younger. See if they read. What kind of books they read. Are they into nature... your basic banter. I mention I like math, in fact LOVE math. I loved DiffEQ... loved loved loved. Calculus and I are buddies. Both CPE and KFP stopped at the book talk... no wonder they didn't work.

TB and I have the same history. Both book worms, and where I veered towards math, he went towards history and philosophy. He always told me some cool geeky fact every day - and I him. He became facinated with medicine and would browse through my books when I was studying. I liked that about him.

Regardless - I forgot where this blog was going, but once again I'm headed down the I miss TB path and I'm going to stop.

Relationships are about the mental and the physical. I wish I were only loved for my mental. I have so much to offer - but it seems that in this day and age, how cool I am takes a back seat to how cute I am - and that seems to only attract mindless assholes.

"Indian men are too small to fit condoms made by international standards"

A weird but useful exam tool is skype. My parents call, I turn it on, and then go about my daily routine of sitting in front of the computer cramming information into my head.

Upside: I know they're watching so I study more.
Downfall: I forget they're watching and... ok here's the story

Someone sent out an e mail by BBC.com in fact, it was this in all entirety:

A survey of more than 1,000 men in India has concluded that condoms made according to international sizes are too large for a majority of Indian men.

The study found that more than half of the men measured had penises that were shorter than international standards for condoms.

It has led to a call for condoms of mixed sizes to be made more widely available in India.

The two-year study was carried out by the Indian Council of Medical Research.

Over 1,200 volunteers from the length and breadth of the country had their penises measured precisely, down to the last millimetre.

The scientists even checked their sample was representative of India as a whole in terms of class, religion and urban and rural dwellers.

It's not size, it's what you do with it that matters


The conclusion of all this scientific endeavour is that about 60% of Indian men have penises which are between three and five centimetres shorter than international standards used in condom manufacture.

Doctor Chander Puri, a specialist in reproductive health at the Indian Council of Medical Research, told the BBC there was an obvious need in India for custom-made condoms, as most of those currently on sale are too large.

The issue is serious because about one in every five times a condom is used in India it either falls off or tears, an extremely high failure rate.

And the country already has the highest number of HIV infections of any nation.

'Not a problem'

Mr Puri said that since Indians would be embarrassed about going to a chemist to ask for smaller condoms there should be vending machines dispensing different sizes all around the country.

"Smaller condoms are on sale in India. But there is a lack of awareness that different sizes are available. There is anxiety talking about the issue. And normally one feels shy to go to a chemist's shop and ask for a smaller size condom."

But Indian men need not be concerned about measuring up internationally according to Sunil Mehra, the former editor of the Indian version of the men's magazine Maxim.

"It's not size, it's what you do with it that matters," he said.

"From our population, the evidence is Indians are doing pretty well.

"With apologies to the poet Alexander Pope, you could say, for inches and centimetres, let fools contend."

HAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Anyway, I found it so humorous that I read it aloud to my roommate and our other psuedo-roomie (finals = massive sleepovers). We all had a little laugh, and somehow the topic came up about whether a man with a big penis brags or not.

My cute little roommate is a virgin. Pseudo and I on the other hand... are NOT. Roomie tells us about how a certain annoying cocky guy in our class brags about how arabs have the largest penii (pleural for penis?) - at which psuedo and I had another nice laugh.

We explained to her that men with large penii do not brag, they know. They know they've got a massive penis. They know and don't need to compensate with words. Pseudo and I both described to her the all knowing "look" these men give people when it's brought up. One of those "shut up before I take you out and club you in the head with it" looks. Or one of those "just wait until later" looks -- oooo those are the hottest ones... :)

SORRY! - island fever is hitting me

Anyway, we start talking about exes - and in my situation I have luckily had very well endowed boyfriends. The only person that bragged was CPE, and he was the smallest of the bunch... though he was a large "average".

I am talking about this when I suddenly remember --

SHIT!!! MY FATHER WAS JUST SITTING BEHIND THE COMPUTER 20 MINUTES AGO!!!


SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT

Mid conversation I suddenly go silent with this horrified expression on my face.

Shit.

I get the roomie's attention and point to the camera, her and psuedo get these HORRIFIED expression on their faces.

Shit.

So I quietly click on the minimized skype button expecting to see my father having a heart attack.

...

Thankfully he wasn't there.

THANK GOD THANK GOD THANK GOD!!!

I was also happy to report that his skype was on idle, which meant he hadn't been around since the last time he checked on me.

...

anyway, there's the downside - and my exciting story of the day.

(thank god)

back to studying - daddy's watching.

p.s. I got the 9th highest grade on my path lab final.

5 more exams until home.

Fakers

So with my new anonymous myspace account, comes new stalking . I don't just go to my friend's pages but reader's pages - and their friends - and their friends... and etc.

Until today I go to (5th degree removed person) and see a really good friend's of mine's picture... on someone else's myspace - claiming to be a 16 year old girl from virginia.

The profile is set to private, but it is QUITE OBVIOUSLY not my sorority sister JK, but some weirdo using her pictures for some unknown reason:

Click here to see the link... "Sarah"

Now I e mailed JK and told her "either you have a twin, or a stalker" and then proceeded to try to figure out why said girl is using her picture... but here's another thing, the girl's page I used to get to her is apparently her "best friend" and they "hang out all the time".

Click here to see said "best friend": Talia

It's like they're one big old FAKE family!!!

So I'm not sure if "Talia" is fake or not, or if she made up "Sarah" so that she had a cute online best friend - but I am interested in figuring out what's going on. So I'm going to be adding --- shit nevermind, by blogging this I just blackballed myself. Dammit.

damn damn damn.

ok plan b - i just stalk them every day and if JK doesn't get her account deleted, send some nasty messages telling her to grow up. yes?

I mean really... it COULD be some 60 year old balding man trying to have cyber sex with little boys (or girls - you never know these days).

Regardless I find behavior like this really annoying. I've already called out 3 people who have stolen my pictures on myspace. One from some hillybilly state like Arkansas, one in europe somewhere, and another one from Cali. It's annoying, because in order to get their profile's deleted, I have to take a picture of myself with my URL and etc to prove I'm ME.

In other news, I took my pathology lab final today - and I wish I'd brought lube.
6 more exams in 11 days - accounting for about 70% of my remaining grade in each class (except behavioral, I've already passed that one). Microbiology, pathology, and immuno to go.

Round 302.984,023,984.5 - ding ding - GO!

CPE is at it again... why I put up with it, I don't know.

I am sitting there, in the "zone", cramming all there is to know about microbiology into the exhausted head of mine when I get an AIM.

DOH - I hate when that thing signs me in without my knowing.

CPE: "I need your advice"
*insert annoyed speechless look here*
Me: "You have got to be kidding me"
CPE: "Hear me out"
Me: "You have GOT to be kidding me"
CPE: "How are you"
Me: "oh god..."
CPE: "How's school?"
Me: "Alright what is it"
CPE: *long definition I don't want to type out but basically: "My girlfriend's father hates me because I'm not korean"*
Me: "Why do you think it's because you're not korean"
CPE: "Because I'm CPE, everyone loves me"
*groan*
Me: "you are a moron"

Anyway - apparently daddy korea doesn't like that hello kitty is dating CPE. He thinks it's because of his race because now he's "going somewhere with [his] life, [he's] on the news every other night."

... god he was so freakin vain - i wanted to shoot myself for talking to him.

So the conversation goes somewhere along the lines of me telling him to do something productive with his life and to stop comparing their relationship with ours. He kept projecting thinking I was going to fight with him and tell him not to be an asshole - and I kept telling him to stop bringing us into the discussion.

My advice:
Get your college degree, stop trying to get famous, if you love her change for her family and let them see you're worth something - and for god sakes stop being so cocky.

His interpretation:
You broke up with me because I'm a loser. Is that why we didn't work out. I'm not an asshole anymore. I really do love you. I really do love her. I am on TV - this means I'm going somewhere with my life. You hate me.

GAH! SHOOT ME!

anyway... I thought this blog was going somewhere but I just realized I've spent about 20 minutes typing it out and I'm starting to freak about my test - abrupt ending, I know.

yeeeeeeep.

You know it's bad...

...when you can't even procrastinate by reading cosmo.

A classmate's girlfriend came to visit from the states and brought magazines. This is very exciting, because on the island it costs around 45EC for a magazine. That's about 20 US.

I slip away and try to read some of the articles... and I am SO FREAKING TIRED of reading, that I couldn't even focus on THAT.

I am brain dead. shoot me.

Honey

Every time TB calls me "honey" in his cute German accent... my tummy flip flops...

*sigh*

My mother told me she ran into an "old friend" of mine from back in the day who "grew up to be a good looking guy" and said that his family wanted us to "catch up" while he was home from law school when I get back in town.

Smells like a set up to me.
*vomit*

Myspace

So I've found another form of procrastination... I've made my blog a myspace page.

ha

yes, you heard me correctly.

you should make your blog one too

:)

The zone

Finals are upon me, and I am starting to realize I do very well under stress. Compared to last semester, this semester has been pretty laid back. I think that's why I've been doing so poorly in my classes.

That or I've just accepted my fate that I'm going to fail.

Ok, backing up. I've always been use to being top 5 in class. Everyone always does bad in these classes, it's all high yeild. Last semester I was stressing, hard core, and somehow I did really well on my shelf compared to the national average. (HOLLER!)

This semester I've been average. Not top 5, not top 10, average. Average SUCKS, I am way to competitive to be average. Somehow that bothered me enough to give me a complex, so much to where I overstudied for my tests. Other bullshitters would somehow not read half the book and only look at the sections we were tested on and get crazy averages, where I (who know how to apply all the clinical shit) am left behind in the dust crying because some ditzy pothead got almost the same average as me and SHE was hung over... ugh.

*Also... my roomie always struggled in all the classes, but this semester she's been doing much better than me. That annoys me because half the time she's not studying, or I'm teaching her shit. I've kicked her ass on the past two tests, and although it shouldn't... it's made me happy :).*

So starting last week, my month of hell began. My first exam did NOT go well. I hate my pathology class - my teacher doesn't teach, he just tells us to read Robbins. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! TEACH ME DAGNAMMIT!

But things brightened up with my second exam. I got the second highest grade in the class. Thank god.

I had my micro lab final these past two days (yes I know it's a weekend) and though I thought i did horribly yesterday, all my results came out AMAZING, and I thankfully used the right agars to figure out my bacteria.

:)

So my self esteem is back, and I've been sitting here for the past 9 hours studying... and I haven't even realized it.

I'm telling myself I'm going to pass - I've made a schedule - I don't want to be stuck on this island any longer than I have to...

I WANT TO BE BACK HOME!!! - that's my only driving force...

home.

I want home.

Minnie and her kids :(

If you keep up with the little chat thingie I recently put up (thanks PB :) ), you'll have noticed that after my great accomplishment (YAY RECENT COMMENTS!!! - thanks G) I saw a mouse. It looked a little like this:



Yes I freaked out - only a little... and then I laughed at myself for it.

Well I called my landlord and I guess while I was at school she came by and set up a sticky trap. If you've ever thought of buying one of these horrible traps - DON'T.

I come home with my roomie unaware with a fellow classmate. We're studying for our final tomorrow when we hear "SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK" coming from one of our cabinets.

My roomate starts screaming and jumps on the couch, my classmate (JO) jumps on a chair freaking out, and after my initial scream I just sit there and laugh at them. I also went ahead and got my camera to video tape their hysteria.

So I (i guess because I laughed at them) was told to go figure out where mousy was. I open the cabinet and see this little mouse (ok i screamed a little again when i actually saw it) STUCK to some kinda glue thing with food in the middle. The poor little thing was struggling to get out. Now I don't want mrs. mouse in my house... but I also don't want to kill her.

mrs mouse:



The last thing she'll remember:



So I slam the cabinet doors shut and make my roomie and JO look at the mouse. The screamed a lot more and then also set into a mild depression thinking of mrs. mouse's fate.

20 minutes later I went to go check on mrs. mouse (i was scared she got away and was running around the house) and to my amazement - there were 2 new additions to the death trap... *cue sad music* her babies.



Now if the mild squeaking was distracting before - the little ones were squeaking more and I was completely heartbroken. We try to think of ways to kill the mouse family so they didn't have to starve to death because:

a. we're all in micro and know mice are HUGE vectors for all kinds of diseases and none of us wanted to touch them to let them loose (which we tried to do later and it didn't work)

b. slowly dying of starvation while stuck in some kind of glue is NOT the way to go.

We thought of drowning them, but there's no bucket... running them over, bashing them with something hard, leaving them outside so something would eat them -- but none of us wanted to be responsible for their death. So we did what any other woman would do in this situation, we called a man.

I don't know what happened to the mouse family. I don't want to know. I'm still a little upset over it...

poor mousy