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darth_hamster and I seem to have beaten all the B-Movie tropes and actually survived the Cabin In The Woods. (At one point we were playing the card game Grave Robbers from Outer Space and she actually managed to play the 'Cabin in the Woods' location card whilst in a CITW.)
No axe-murderers, no bigfoot and no zombies or vampires (sparkly or otherwise). But there were mice.
You see, Harmony Lodge is a lovely place with some very authentic features, including an open fire and wood-burning stove. Out the back there's a shed full of bits of tree trunk, plus an axe (handy if the axe-murderer forgets his - can you imagine how embarrassing that would be?) so part of the relaxation of your stay is chopping your own fire-wood. Having been all Manly and done so, I then made a small stack outside the door.
Wednesday morning, and I go to pick up a couple of bits of wood... "What the hell was THAT" I exclaim as something runs away and disappears into dawn's murk. From the glance I got it was clear that a small mouse or some such creature had thought it very nice to have a new nesting-place provided, and was a bit miffed when I came to dismantle it.
We thought nothing of it until later that day when S and I were out near Lake Wenatchee, on a short hike up to Hidden Lake. We passed a small but very verbose squirrel that squeaked very loudly at us until we were out of sight. At the time we assumed it was merely asserting its territory, but later events lead me to suspect that it was giving me a final warning. For that matter we got a very disdainful look from a chipmunk on the way back down, followed by what could well have been some snide comments coded in Morse by a woodpecker.
For come Thursday, the mouse and its furry friends had their revenge. I don't know how you induce a migraine, but they managed it. I've never had one before, but the symptoms were plain and followed with distressing completeness, even down to the post-migraine pseudo-hangover I've been suffering from today. Oh well, if I have to be walking slowly around with a splitting headache (lying down elevated the pain to genuinely unendurable levels) then at least a cabin in a forest valley was a pretty place for it to happen.
And I won't make small animals homeless again.
darth_hamster and I seem to have beaten all the B-Movie tropes and actually survived the Cabin In The Woods. (At one point we were playing the card game Grave Robbers from Outer Space and she actually managed to play the 'Cabin in the Woods' location card whilst in a CITW.)No axe-murderers, no bigfoot and no zombies or vampires (sparkly or otherwise). But there were mice.
You see, Harmony Lodge is a lovely place with some very authentic features, including an open fire and wood-burning stove. Out the back there's a shed full of bits of tree trunk, plus an axe (handy if the axe-murderer forgets his - can you imagine how embarrassing that would be?) so part of the relaxation of your stay is chopping your own fire-wood. Having been all Manly and done so, I then made a small stack outside the door.
Wednesday morning, and I go to pick up a couple of bits of wood... "What the hell was THAT" I exclaim as something runs away and disappears into dawn's murk. From the glance I got it was clear that a small mouse or some such creature had thought it very nice to have a new nesting-place provided, and was a bit miffed when I came to dismantle it.
We thought nothing of it until later that day when S and I were out near Lake Wenatchee, on a short hike up to Hidden Lake. We passed a small but very verbose squirrel that squeaked very loudly at us until we were out of sight. At the time we assumed it was merely asserting its territory, but later events lead me to suspect that it was giving me a final warning. For that matter we got a very disdainful look from a chipmunk on the way back down, followed by what could well have been some snide comments coded in Morse by a woodpecker.
For come Thursday, the mouse and its furry friends had their revenge. I don't know how you induce a migraine, but they managed it. I've never had one before, but the symptoms were plain and followed with distressing completeness, even down to the post-migraine pseudo-hangover I've been suffering from today. Oh well, if I have to be walking slowly around with a splitting headache (lying down elevated the pain to genuinely unendurable levels) then at least a cabin in a forest valley was a pretty place for it to happen.
And I won't make small animals homeless again.
