No, this isn't the title of a cheap horror movie; it's the title of a tale from Jerry Berggren in our long-running animal series, "Encounters with Furry Invaders."

He says, "Our entire extended family would gather for Christmas dinner at my sister and brother-in-law's home in Terrytown.

"While the men were downstairs exchanging stories and lies, the women were in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner.

"Suddenly there was an unbelievably loud, very high-pitched scream coming from the kitchen. Of course we all jumped up and headed up the stairs.

"There on the kitchen floor was a dead mouse.

"Apparently, the mouse entered through an opening near the drain for the dishwasher.

"My wife, Rose, spotted him first and froze. All she could do was call out my sister's name. When Cheryl finally looked down and saw the mouse she screamed; the mouse ran around in a circle two or three times and fell over dead.

"We all believe she scared, really screamed, him to death."

Making a forest

"With squirrel season opening," says Vallan Corbett, "I thought what a paradox the Louisiana squirrel is.

"There is nothing cuter than a bushy-tail squirrel running along tree branches — and there is nothing more damaging than a squirrel in your attic chewing on wiring.

"In Louisiana a squirrel is a rodent, but when cooked, squirrel jambalaya is considered a delicacy.

"One fall day I was walking under a pecan tree. The ground was littered with pecans, so I stuffed my pockets and emptied them under the crape myrtle in my front yard, thinking, 'What a treat for the squirrels.'

"I spent the next year pulling up pecan trees. Those squirrels didn’t eat the pecans, but buried them all over my yard."

Copy cat

Dan Burkhalter, the Carencro Curmudgeon, writes about a problem he had with another student when he attended the LSU Lab School in the '40s:

"Henry Brashear, who sat in front of me, made all A's. But he wrote so small that I could only see enough of his tests to make a C."

Which reminds me

When I was in Clyde Lindsey's algebra class at Istrouma High, Ernest J. "Big Ernie" Hernandez (also mentioned below) sat behind me.

On one test, Ernie as so busy copying from me (a mediocre algebra student at best) that he even copied my name when I wrote it at the bottom of the test.

Coach Lindsey, seeing two "Smiley Anders" signatures, figured out the problem very quickly…

Special People Dept.

—Iris Lejune, of Amber Terrace in Baton Rouge, celebrates her 95th birthday on Monday, Oct. 9.

—Richard Pastorek, of Baton Rouge, celebrates his 93rd birthday on Monday, Oct. 9. He is a 60-year resident of Broadmoor subdivision.

—Marie Gaudet Beaulieu, of Metairie, celebrates her 91st birthday on Monday, Oct. 9.

—Ernest J. and Brenda Heine Hernandez celebrate their 56th anniversary on Monday, Oct. 9. 

Friday night fever

Darrell Ourso has penned an ode to an seasonal Friday night event. His poem says, in part:

"A microcosm study of our society

Is football Friday night for me…

The hurried rush to make the game.

Burgers sizzling on an open flame…

Family and friends gather around.

Anticipation and hope surely abound…

The crowd is anxious for the test,

To see which team will play their best…

The lights shine bright upon the field.

One team victorious. The other will yield.

For some this will be their wonder years.

Hopes and dreams to recall the cheers.

Others will continue beyond this fight

To college football on Saturday night!

The sound of the band will still ring true

At our favorite alma mater, ending in U."

Thought for the Day

From Algie Petrere: "We all know mirrors don't lie. I'm just grateful they don't laugh."

Holding pattern

One more "possibly true" story from Algie:

"'Darn!' the man said to his friend while weighing himself on the local drug store's scale. 'I started on a new diet, but the scale says I'm heavier than I was before.'

"Turning to his friend, he said, 'Here, hold my jacket.'

"The scale still indicated that he had not lost any weight.

"'OK,' he said to his friend. 'Hold my Twinkies.'"

Write Smiley at Smiley@theadvocate.com. He can also be reached by fax at (225) 388-0371 or mail at P.O. Box 588, Baton Rouge, LA 70821. Follow Smiley Anders on Twitter, @SmileyAndersAdv.