Thursday, January 19, 2012

The sequel is coming!

Yay! I've just heard that Disney Hyperion will indeed publish the second book in the series, currently called "Mousemobile – When a Nation Hits the Road." 

Did you ever share an RV with 2,243 mice? That's part of it. Due out relatively soon - summer of 2013!

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Fan mail

All fan mail is good, but it's especially delicious when readers admit to a degree of addiction, like these:

“I’ve read it and love it. I couldn’t put it down.” (Katie, age 9)

“Mousenet was a great book! I couldn’t stop reading.” (Sarah, age 10)

“I started to read Mousenet with more of a sense of duty than anything else, but before long I was totally engaged.” Richard (age 72)

Full disclosure: Richard is my brother, which helps explain the sense of duty.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012


Rodents should know I’m on their side. I’ve been living with a brain full of them for years. Indeed, after so long in their company I am part rodent. So do they have to declare war on our new plantings?

Until we ripped out the lawn and put in less thirsty plants – a plan that surely satisfied the Mouse Nation’s environmental concerns – the rodents and I got along fine. I didn’t bother them–indeed, I kept many of them very well fed, with the vegetable scraps on the compost heap. And they had the grace to stay out of sight.

But in recent weeks the balance of nature has tipped. Someone, probably a rabbit, has been chewing certain plants down to the nub. And voles have built criss-crossing freeways just below the surface of our beds, sometimes charging straight through the roots of new plants with unfortunate results.

Someone suggested pepper spray, but all that did (apparently) was to improve the rabbits’ dinner, raising our Jacob's Ladder from fast-food to two stars in the bunny Michelin guide.  Chomp chomp.

So on Christmas Eve, with death in my heart, I cruised the local garden stores for poison.

Maybe it was the season that softened my heart. Maybe it was because none of the stores had appropriate poison. I decided to try a kinder, gentler approach, one that would simply urge the rodent population to go elsewhere, no questions asked. This involved a double-barreled strategy. You put crystals of fox urine around the tastier plants, implying they have a hidden bodyguard ready to pounce. And you sprinkle castor oil granules over all the rest.

I couldn’t help imagining the conversations. Rabbits maybe daring each other to dash in and have a bite. Voles looking at each other suspiciously, as evil smells waft through their burrow. (“Hector, did you do that?”) Maybe moving to another part of their vast condo, then another– pursued by evil odors–before deciding to pack up and leave.

Do they know that a neighbor two doors down is planning to devote her whole yard to vegetables? Maybe I should put up a sign. . .