Patricia J. Smith on wed 7 oct 98
I read the post about ITC-mouse resistant, and then was reminded
of an earlier post of mice in the studio.... I didn't spend much time
thinking of that sad little event until I found a mouse in my water pail
the other day... it was the saddest thing.....in his own little way he
contributed to the events taking place in my studio......usually they are
routine, and that day it gave me pause to think of the things we "touch"
in our everyday lifes....(if the water had been a little higher or a little
lower,
he would have survived).....well I spend the rest of day looking for
babies I might have to adopt!....not finding any I went looking for some
rubber stamps I have of animal paw prints... and will put little mouse
prints around the rim of a bowl in tribute,ha ha...(of course the bowl
will probably be for my pet cat's dish, but no mind)..... Okay, well just
my thoughts... now back to the clay !!!
Patti
Ioway1@aol.com
Tom Wirt on fri 9 oct 98
OK we're onmouse stories....
The first year we fired our kiln, one cold October day, I turned on the fans,
lit the pilots, flipped on the gas to low, and got just a hum from one of the
fans and a small column of flame. Turned the fan up to 10 to see if it was
broken or just cold. Blew a well roasted mouse out the end of the burner and
everything ran just fine from there on.
Tom
Oh yuck!
June Perry on sun 11 oct 98
Ok -- my mouse (mice stories)
My first encounter was with my first kiln when I was living in Canda. I went
into my little kiln shed to light the burners, and a mouse had made a perfect
little next in the burner. I didn't know mice could jump that high. She
catapulted out of that burner and scared the you know what out of me.
Fortunately, there were no babies in there. :-)
Second encounter (not really an encounter) - mice ate not only fiber from the
door and walls of one of my kilns, but took out chunks of insulating firebrick
from the floor. Thanks to ITC I have patched the worst of that. Now I cover
the ports with long thin boards in between firings. Forgot to remove them
once, except that time it was plastic instead of wood and the smell quickly
let me know I had made a major goof. :-(
Also had an encounter with a young rattlesnake one day who was hiding behind a
kiln shelf leaning against the wood kiln firebox. :-(
Fortunately a more courageous male friend capture him and relocated him down
the hill.
I loved the idea of memorializing the poor little drowned mouse by imprinting
the clay with it's little feet. I think we've all had that experience.
I love all these stories. Even my husband is enjoying some of my clayart mail
these days!
Warm regards,
June
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