I may very well sleep with the door to my room open tonight.
You see, I saw a mouse in my room.
First it was an almost imperceptible movement, just at the corner of my right eye. I froze, and waited, and... Yes! There it was! A mouse, scurrying across the floor, in front of the tv, under my bed.
I kicked my bed, then climbed on top of it. Kneeling down, I peered cautiously over the edge. No mouse.
I bounced up and down on the bed, quite vigourously, on my knees, hoping the sound would frighten the mouse and he would scurry out of my room (that's what mice do, right? Scurry?)
No luck.
So I'm going to sleep with my room door open. I have no intentions of being locked up in my room with a mouse for company.
You know, I think I saw this mouse last week. He was scurrying across a piece of furniture in another room. So I rushed and set two glue traps. Mouse fi dead.
Two mornings later, I was about to go into the kitchen to make my morning coffee... a religious ritual for me... when I heard sounds that can only be described as frustrated scurrying. Sure enough, the mouse had been caught on the glue trap, and was trying desperately to escape.
I froze. Then I did the the most logical thing.
I ran screaming into my mother's room. (Yes, I am 38 years old, but I'm not perfect, ok?!)
"Mummy! Mummy!"
My mother immediately sprang into emergency mode. "What happen?! What happen?!"
"A mouse! A mouse! Amousegotcaughtinthetrapinthekitchen!"
Mummy unsuccessfully tried to hide a smile. "Alright Nicky. Calm down. I'll deal with it."
"I'm calm! I just cant! Deal! With! It!" And I turned on my heel and went to my room, avoiding the kitchen, calmly slamming every door on the way.
Safely ensconced in my room, I listened to my mother, the Intrepid Mouse Destroyer. Bang! Whack! Thud! Scrape scrape scrape! More Bangs! More Whacks and Thuds!
Then... silence.
Figuring it was safe, I emerged from my room. My mother was already on her way to me. She was panting, sweating, tired. Boy, that mouse must have really gotten it, I thought.
"The rat got away," my mother announced flatly.
What???!!!
"Only the tail was caught in the trap, and it escaped and ran that way." She pointed vaguely towards the back door.
We stared at each other, then she returned to her room, and I went and made my coffee.
I think the mouse is back.
