We knew we had mice in the attic. They were burrowing little tunnels in our attic insulation and scritching around, doing their little mousy things. We even knew how they got there (evicted from the large floor speaker in the garage). But we couldn't set traps (cat or dogs might eat poison, or poisoned animals, and there's no way I'm listening ever again to a mouse squealing with a broken back only to have to kill it. Ew. Once was enough). Plus both of us had read Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH and have anthropomorphized our cute little furry friends.

Again, based on a recommendation, we've been watching the BBC's Torchwood. It's a funny mix of a soap opera, situational comedy, crime investigation, and something on HBO without all the angst in the references to "alternative" sexuality. It's told from the perspective of a welsh woman with the sexiest gap in her teeth - a modern Lauren Bacall. Awkward at times, but we're just getting started so hopefully it will smooth out. So far no cattle mutilations, but all kinds of crazy alien technology.

A canadian friend cued me in to Life on Mars - a fabulous detective/cop show that has all the elements of the X-files without the aliens. A & I are watching it when we have time - and totally loving it. Sadly, the BBC blocks access to viewers in the US, but Canadians are part of the UK and have no problem watching it. The clown-doll girl really creeps me out, though.

- update -

I just watched the last episode (s2e8) and my mouth dropped. Sooooooo good.
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I just got a voice mail from "Trina in payroll services" with my new password to log in to my account, since, it seems, I asked for her to do this. I don't know Trina, and if she actually listened to my voicemail greeting, she would know my name is not Erin Taylor. I almost wish I knew where Ms. Taylor worked, so I could log in to her payroll account and redirect her direct deposit.

I was a little surprised about the vm, since I didn't recognize the calling number (Witchita Falls area) and didn't answer as someone with debt has inadvertently(?) given my cell phone number as theirs and I get a lot of calls from creditors for debt that is not mine. Most of the time they don't leave messages.

So my first thought was "sneaky bill collector getting this person with the debt to call them back by preying on social obligation." I swear, bill collectors are killing social obligation and destroying cultural capital. Whatever happened to just moving out when your rent was due? Worked for Marx ...

Nuncle, Taki and Tsuki were killed on February 10-11 (between 7pm and 2am).