Ancrene Wiseass

A would-be medievalist holds forth on academia, teaching, gender politics, blogging, pop culture, critters, and whatever else comes her way.

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Yes, this really is yet another blog by a disillusioned grad student. I sympathize, but that's just the way it has to be. For hints as to what my bizarre alias means, click here and here and, if needed, here and here. To get a sense of what I'm up to, feel free to check out the sections called "Toward a Wiseass Creed" and "Showings: Some Introductory Wiseassery" in my main blog's left-hand sidebar. Please be aware that spamming, harassing, or otherwise obnoxious comments will be deleted and traced.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Two steps back

Mouse has decided that we are not friends anymore. I think taking his kill away might have read as a scary act of dominance to him. Even though I offered him an exchange and he accepted it from my hand, he later became reproachful, then skittish and reclusive. I ill-advisedly tried to push for a reconciliation, which just made things worse. So now he is hiding under the bed and won't come out to me, as he would yesterday.

Damn. We were doing so well.

Oh well. Maybe it was just a bit too much excitement, too soon. I guess I'm just going to have to wait him out.