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I have a new pet. Well not really a pet. You might even call it a pest. He comes around from time to time and visits me. And he is helpful, I have no mice in the house this winter. He's even gotten so used to me (I still am not totally used to him) that he walks right up to me.
The other day in my office/gun room at the computer ... you ever see something out of the corner of your eye? Well I looked over and there, standing next to my custom muzzleloader (.54 caliber Lancaster rifle flintlock) there was my new best buddy... he stood there and I began to quietly talk to him as I grabbed my camera. Well I took his picture a couple times then asked him to leave the room. Once I raised my voice he turned and fled the room.
The other day I had a friend over. We were in the living room talking and he suddenly was staring at the hallway next to where I was sitting, and my feet. He then told me ... you won't believe this, but I just saw a weasel next to your foot. So I told him that was my new pet. He smiled as if he was not sure whether or not to believe me. I finally explained the weasel comes in the house from time to time to check for mice. I said he's never bothered me so I don't bother him. My friend laughed and said ... you let him? Well I don't want to kill the little bugger. So if he leaves me alone, I leave him alone. So I told him, he goes back to the garage at night and in the spring.
I was telling my father about my new pet. And he laughed. He said it was common when he was a kid to see them in the house in Northern Minnesota where he grew up. (some of the shacks they lived in it would surprise me if more creatures came to visit my dad). My Dad just said, leave him alone and don't try to corner him, and he will never bother you. Isn't it wonderful living in the woods.
The other day in my office/gun room at the computer ... you ever see something out of the corner of your eye? Well I looked over and there, standing next to my custom muzzleloader (.54 caliber Lancaster rifle flintlock) there was my new best buddy... he stood there and I began to quietly talk to him as I grabbed my camera. Well I took his picture a couple times then asked him to leave the room. Once I raised my voice he turned and fled the room.
The other day I had a friend over. We were in the living room talking and he suddenly was staring at the hallway next to where I was sitting, and my feet. He then told me ... you won't believe this, but I just saw a weasel next to your foot. So I told him that was my new pet. He smiled as if he was not sure whether or not to believe me. I finally explained the weasel comes in the house from time to time to check for mice. I said he's never bothered me so I don't bother him. My friend laughed and said ... you let him? Well I don't want to kill the little bugger. So if he leaves me alone, I leave him alone. So I told him, he goes back to the garage at night and in the spring.
I was telling my father about my new pet. And he laughed. He said it was common when he was a kid to see them in the house in Northern Minnesota where he grew up. (some of the shacks they lived in it would surprise me if more creatures came to visit my dad). My Dad just said, leave him alone and don't try to corner him, and he will never bother you. Isn't it wonderful living in the woods.