Inspirations is not the right category for this post. Anti-inspirations would be closer, and maybe I'll have to add that to the list.
Is anyone old enough to remember "I hate meeses to peeces!"? Well, I don't hate mice. I actually like them fine as long as they are outside my house. I am happy for them to eat as much of the birdseed from the feeder that they want. But the one mouse (It is probably just my wishful thinking that it was just one mouse...he may have quite the extended family) that managed to get into our sun-room's air conditioning unit caused us quite a bit of expense last year. And despite a continuing hobby of search and plug holes to our basement on my part, they still get in our house. I've set up a peanut buttered trap buffet along the basement door to the outside as a lethal welcome..... Lethal Welcome .... that would be a good movie title... Anyway, it doesn't make my day to find a departed customer at the trap line. I feel sad and mean and evil. It is creepy, I know, to have taken this picture of the most recent ex-mouse, but he looked so peaceful. Lets hope he has gone to mouse heaven. Sorry, mouse.