{"id":31,"date":"2004-07-29T01:23:00","date_gmt":"2004-07-29T01:23:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1fifoto.com\/weblog\/?p=31"},"modified":"2004-07-29T01:23:00","modified_gmt":"2004-07-29T01:23:00","slug":"mouse-in-christmas-tree","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1fifoto.com\/weblog\/2004\/07\/mouse-in-christmas-tree\/","title":{"rendered":"Mouse in a christmas tree"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was reminded of this past event on my previous posting&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Just after my eldest son, Justin, was born in December I went out and purchased a Christmas tree for the holidays. When I got home I unloaded it by the garage. I found that it had a bird&#8217;s nest in it. Somewhere I remember someone telling me that this was a lucky omen. In addition there was a nest of milkweed seeds. It was a second lucky omen. As I looked at this softball-sized soft fluffy white bundle a field mouse popped out of it and ran into the grass. I told Kathy, but I paid it no further mention. <\/p>\n<p><center><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/1fifoto.com\/weblog\/images\/fieldmouse.jpg\"><\/center><\/p>\n<p>This was our first home. It was a raised ranch. The basement and garage were downstairs. The basement was unfinished and the insulation was exposed. The living areas, our bedroom, and Justin&#8217;s room were upstairs. It was very cold that winter in New York, and few weeks later I noticed droppings in the insulation downstairs. That little mouse had found its way into the house. I didn&#8217;t mention anything to Kathy. <\/p>\n<p>Then one night when Kathy and I were carrying Justin down the hall to bed that little beast was scurrying ahead of us. Kathy shrieked and held Justin close to her. I chased after it, but lost sight of it, and it disappeared. In my typical sarcastic joking manner I said, &#8220;Don&#8217;t worry honey it won&#8217;t eat Justin&#8217;s eye&#8217;s out&#8221;. Well, Kathy burst into tears. All she could picture was that horror movie &#8220;Williard&#8221;. I felt terrible. That night Justin slept in our bedroom with towels sealing the crack under the door. I learned that there are some things that one shouldn&#8217;t joke about, and this was one of them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was reminded of this past event on my previous posting&#8230; Just after my eldest son, Justin, was born in December I went out and purchased a Christmas tree for the holidays. When I got home I unloaded it by the garage. I found that it had a bird&#8217;s nest in it. Somewhere I remember [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/1fifoto.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/1fifoto.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/1fifoto.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1fifoto.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1fifoto.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=31"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/1fifoto.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/1fifoto.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=31"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1fifoto.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=31"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1fifoto.com\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=31"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}