Exciting news ripped straight from the today! You may remember that back in February we adopted a mouse from the pet store, a lone female that they thought was a year old. This seems plausible; she's starting to look elderly. But ever since ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger and I have watched the pet store in case they got some more mice in, that she could have a companion or even friend. Last week, they finally did.
So bunnyhugger put down a 50% deposit to secure one of the (female) mice for a week, during which she would hunker down and finally build the spacious mouse enclosure out of a plastic storage bin we've been meaning to do forever. While getting that done, we also went back to put down a 50% deposit on the two other mice, sisters surrendered by someone who had a mis-sexed mouse in their care. (There were also four boy mice in the litter, two of which had been adopted out by the time we went back.) Making the box was longer and more frustrating than bunnyhugger anticipated, which you can say about any craft project, but it was done by early this afternoon. So when I got home from work I found bunnyhugger not here, as she was driving home with a cardboard box full of just-past-weaned mice.
We introduced the three of them to our old mouse at the same time, setting them all in the new bin where nobody could claim they were on home turf. There was a lot of exploring around, as you'd think. And one of the new mice started to groom the old. We listened for a while to hear the telltale peeps of some mouse begging for release from a fight. As I write this, so far, we've heard only a couple quiet submissive peeps from one of the mice the old one was grooming, which most likely reflected the young mouse accepting that the old one was in charge. At least for now, while she's still healthy and the new mice are essentially teens out on their own.
With things seeming okay we went to a pinball event, and when we got back a couple hours later our old mouse had already built a small, temporary nest in the new bedding. The new mice were going about other business. Not sure if they've got their own places under way or if they're trusting the senior mouse will let them know what to do.
Pictures will come in time, but right now, I want to wrap up my Sunday-at-Halloweekends photos, so please enjoy these:
It's easy to think of Cedar Point as completely overbuilt and then you come across spots like this and it looks almost like the swampy grove it used to be. Of course this is all landscaped, but it's landscaped to look plausibly natural.
And here's a spot near Camp Snoopy, looking out over the lake that the Mine Ride goes over. Apart from a glimpse of Millennium Force in the far background you could almost think this was the wild.
And a landscape shot of almost the same spot. Again, if not for the bit of Top Thrill 2 in the background on the left you could almost think this as a place to get away from it all.
What a spot to put an animatronic gator though, right?
Here's the sun shining through autumn trees, with a roller coaster behind. Just gorgeous.
Emerging back from Camp Snoopy into the main body of the park here. Woodstock Express, the roller coaster we ride the least (not counting Wilderness Run, née Junior Gemini, which you need a kid to accompany you on) is in the background here.
Trivia: The word ``mousse'' derives from the same root as ``mead'', with the Latin ``mel'' for honey; then ``mulsum'' for honey mixed with wine; to Old French as ``mousse'' meaning ``froth'', and finally borrowed by English to mean a pudding desert, losing all the alcoholic connotation but keeping the sweetness. Source: Webster's Dictionary of Word Origins, Editor Frederick C Mish.
Currently Reading: Lost Popeye Zine, Volume 72: Operation Aissuria!, Ralph Stein, Bill Zaboly. Editor Stephanie Noelle.
PS: What’s Going On In Rex Morgan, M.D.? Seriously, _is_ Rex Morgan still in his comic strip? June – September 2025 and yes, Rex Morgan appeared yesterday, after sixteen weeks away.
