AROUND TOWN Have you ever tried to get ready for work knowing there was a half-alive mouse scurrying around in your bathroom? Well I have, as of last Thursday morning.
AROUND TOWN
Have you ever tried to get ready for work knowing there was a half-alive mouse scurrying around in your bathroom? Well I have, as of last Thursday morning.
My cats, Pistol Pete and Cali, are known for bringing me treats such as mice, lizards, small snakes, etc. – any type of reptile big enough to make me scream and nearly have a heart attack, especially when I’m not prepared for it.
I woke up late Thursday morning realizing I still needed to take a shower and wash my hair before work. My feet hit the floor and by the time I got to the bathroom, Cali had a mouse pinned down with her paw, waiting on me. I screamed and ran back into the living room while she preceded to play with it, chasing it from corner to corner.
After a few minutes I realized I was going to have to go back in, no matter what. My bathroom rugs were wadded up where she’d been chasing it but I no longer saw the mouse and took the opportunity. I basically had to use the bathroom with my feet up in the air, which is no easy task when you’re close to age 50.
About the time I reached for the shower door, Cali came running through with the mouse in her mouth! I screamed, the squeaking mouse dropped from her mouth, and I got in the shower and closed the door.
I then took my shower not knowing what would be waiting on me afterwards.
I opened the door slowly and did a scan of the room. Cali was behind the trash can with what appeared to be the mouse. I dried myself off quickly and got out of there as soon as I could. It was then that I realized I needed my hairdryer.
About the time I decided to go back in, Cali came running out of the bathroom without the mouse, which told me it was still in my bathroom somewhere. I decided my hairdryer wasn’t worth the trouble and since my boyfriend had left a pair of his shorts in the floor, I decided he could pick them up to see if the mouse was underneath them. I haven’t dared.
As of Friday, we’re still arguing over who is going to pick up the shorts to see if the mouse is underneath them. I guess one of us will give when we start smelling something. In the meantime, I’m now smelling a huge carcass that my Doberman Penny has drug up. Looks like I will have some free Halloween decorations after all, especially after leaving all the real spider webs up around the house. Happy Halloween!
And how was
your week?
