1) I heard a mouse last night, so I snuck out to the kitchen and surprised him. I then proceeded to chase his stupid ass around the house for the next 20 minutes. I caugth him once, but he slipped through my gloved hand. (I'd been loading firewood). After that, I couldn't find him. I went to bed an hour or two later.
2) Apparently, they can tell my cat isn't around anymore, because, well, guess what happened!? I'm lying in bed (corpse pose, for you yoga people) trying to relax & let go. I'm just about to fall asleep, when... that little fucker scampers up the bed, onto my hair (it's really long, you'll recall, and I have it down at night) and across the top of my head! Oddly, it didn't even surprise me - all I remember thinking was "wha!? you little bastard!" I got up & started looking for him, and found him under my drum set. Chased him for another 15-20 minutes but couldn't catch him.
3) Went back to bed, hoping I'd managed to at least scare him out of the room. SO I'm lying there again, same as before, and again, just before I'm about to sleep, I hear the little fucker *on* my drum set - I can hear the little drumming of his feet! SO I get back up (I giot to bed a little late, but by this time, it's 2:30am) and make sure that he has a clear path out, and that the door's wide open. This time, however, I found myself thinking, "I wonder if he knows my kitty's gone, and felt bad so he's come out to keep me company!?" (WTF is wrong with me!? lol ) He really is a cute little fucker... anyway, I finally manage to chase him out of the room & down the hall, but by this time, I don't have the energy to try to catch him, so I go back to bed after blocking the door so he can't get back in the room. (I couldn't just close the door, because my little space heater isn't working again, and all I had for heat was the fire out in the living room.)
4) As a great ending to this silly story, I set my alarm last night but forgot to turn it on - I woke up at 8:47a. I have to be to work by 9a - needless to say, I was late. Fortunately, this monring is all about getting caught up with everything I missed, but still, it's irritating. Something I find a bit out-of-character now, though, is that with my buddy gone, I really don't have any issue with killing these mice. For the longest time, I wanted to catch them & either sell them, or take them out to the woods somewhere & let them go, but I didn't want to kill them in any way. Now, I really don't care so much, I just want them to leave me alone. I'm cleaning house over the next couple days, and will be putting down a ton of bait packs. I hope they crawl outside to die.
12:53 p.m. - 2009-12-01
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