I have several draft posts started--the G-for-Granola post that Pilgrim/Heretic gave me, a post on weight and eating--and then a few more drafting in my head, on motivation (how to motivate a child, how to motivate faculty, and really, is it possible to motivate someone else and is it counterproductive to even frame the issue that way), and thoughts on death (remarks for my predecessor's memorial service, Curious Girl's recent questions about death).
But all these topics get pushed aside for tonight so that I can bring you the breaking news from the natural kingdom, er, the basement: mice like spaghetti.
I realize I run the risk of scaring away Moreena in taking up this subject, but a blogger can't always stick with the safe subjects, right? We've had mice in our basement since sometime late in our renovation project. For a while last winter the cats were killing them and leaving them in the downstairs hallway, something Curious Girl was, well, curious about. "Look! I want to see!" she would say, as I tried to clean them up without getting too close and without somehow implying that her enthusiasm for the dead rodent was something to be changed. If she wasn't scared of the dead mouse, why make her so? Still, I was happy when the cats seemed to put an end to the mouse population.
But then it turned out that the mice had simply learned to stay in the basement, or at least on the landing down to the basement, where we have an old bookcase serving as a pantry. We've learned, over time, what not to store there: mice will eat Halloween candy (they liked butterfingers best), and goldfish. Tonight I discovered that they also like spaghetti, uncooked. They had apparently worked a system for rooting the spaghetti strand by strand out of the container to nibble. I was impressed by their industriousness even as I was rather grossed out.
So I removed the package and said to Politica, "Should we throw it all out?" "Of course not," she said. "We'll be cooking it in boiling water. It'll be fine." I had meant, should we throw the whole package away, but she was telling me that we didn't even need to throw away the package that the mice had been nibbling in. I pitched the mouse-opened package anyway, but stored the rest of it in a kitchen cabinet, having more rationally determined that since the packages weren't opened, the food inside was fine.
So tell me, am I overzealous in pitching the opened package or is Politica oversomethingorother in being willing to keep it?