What do you assign to Mordor?

[Mithalwen]

Losing one of a precious pair of earrings when you were trying to put them away safely - A tell-tale butterfly fell out of my jewellery roll as I went to put it away and I can't find the earring - it is tiny ..and my bedroom is in utter chaos - looks like I have been burgled. Althought they are sapphire I don't mind the money so much as that they were my last birthday present from my mother So I am praying hard to St Anthony.... in the hope it will surface.

update St Anthony did his stuff - I found my earring!!! So happy

[Lalwendë]

I assign to Mordor the sick, twisted, evil freaks who post deeply unpleasant links on your blog comments and do not even have the guts to sign themselves - which tells me how full of malice they really are. May they burn slowly in some especially viscous lava...



*note - and don't go looking for said links, for as soon as I spotted them they were gone. Ha.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

They are distinctly unwelcome in my world, in my dorm, most specifically in my room. I'm controlling my phobic desire to bleach everything I own and move out, but the little monster is wandering. I saw him a couple minutes ago, crawling out from under my bed with his toxic little tail slithering behind him, but then he disappeared under my room mate's desk. It's not cool that I'm paranoid to turn off my light. My day tomorrow starts at 8:00 and doesn't end until somewhere around midnight. I need sleep!

[Thinlómien]

Unreliable people and waking two hours too early in vain.

[Mithalwen]

Originally Posted by Feanor of the Peredhil

I need sleep!

You need a cat... Even to borrow one for a few hours would probably do the trick... we got our last cat because of a mouse .... said cat was adorable but couldn't catch a cold ..just had enough wit to follow the thing and then lookat me pathetically as if to say "what do I do now?" ..but the mouse went ... it may have died laughing....

[Boo Radley]

I assign nepotistic bosses. Bosses who although require regular employees to have at least two years experience in their field, be trained in their field (with at least a bachelor's degree) and go through a lengthy interviewing process, but hire their children whose only qualification is the correct genetic material (In their opinion).

Not that I'm speaking from first hand knowledge of course.

[Lalwendë]

Originally Posted by Mithalwen

You need a cat... Even to borrow one for a few hours would probably do the trick... we got our last cat because of a mouse .... said cat was adorable but couldn't catch a cold ..just had enough wit to follow the thing and then lookat me pathetically as if to say "what do I do now?" ..but the mouse went ... it may have died laughing....

Well I have one proven 'mouser', who dealt a fell blow to a poor likkle mousey in my kitchen a while back. However her brother is a little more effete and doesn't care for killing mice - when the deceased mouse's spouse appeared (they always live in pairs, how sweet ) and she was chasing it round the dining room like a maniac, it ran over her brother's paw and he merely lifted his foot up and shook it as if to say "eyuw!".

We have mice in our office.

I send mouse poison to Mordor because it's nasty. Humane traps and/or cats are far better.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Originally Posted by Lalwendë

I send mouse poison to Mordor because it's nasty. Humane traps and/or cats are far better.

I tried humane traps and they didn't work. I'd be sitting at my desk and glance over to see little Jèsus (named thusly so he wouldn't hurt me) meandering out from under my bed, thus proving that monsters do indeed exist under there.

My suitemates convinced me that putting out poison isn't killing them, it's encouraging natural selection; if they're dumb enough to eat poison, they don't really deserve to live.

But what actually worked was a high-frequency sound thingy that plugged into my wall.

Quite frankly, I'd have preferred a cat.

[Lalwendë]

The problem with poison is they eat it, die and then rot somewhere, which causes a right pong! At least if a cat gets a mouse it kills it in one fell swoop, well mine did anyway...and then batted it around wondering why it didn't want to play.

Mind you I felt quite sorry for the poor little thing when it was dead. I suppose the same fear for me would be induced by beetles and cockroaches - eyuw!