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|Wed, Apr 6 2011 11:37am IST 1|
I was violated in my own bedroom by a furry piece of fluff with legs.
I don't try to understand the natural world of animals and what not. God knows most of it is beautiful but I would rather admire from a distance in my living room watching a documentary and not find myself face to face with a great white shark for instance.
My experience was not so traumatic as shark encounter but I sure as hell felt like I should start preparing my own funeral.
I was slowly drifting off to sleep when I heard a rustling next to me. I have an abnormal amount of plastic bags in my room for whatever reason so I was not too worried. The noise kept coming and I grew suspicious. I had watched the movie 'Signs' about an hour earlier and being very disorientated and sleep deprived from the previous all nighter that I sprung into action like a ninja turning on the light as I went to confront the aliens who were trying to disturb my slumber. How dare they the treacherous swines. They obviously haven't seen me sleep deprived.
I must have looked incredibly attractive, hair all over my face, eyes squinted like some kind of demented hamster and blindly looking around for creatures from another planet.
Once again this rustling came about. I'm now frustrated so I start kicking the shit out of my bedside table to try and see what it could be.
A piece of fur ran across my floor into the wardrobe. I'm not afraid to say I screamed. A lot. Like, really it was quite special.
Mum and Dad then came sprinting down the hall evidently thinking I'm being attacked by some kind of homicidal maniac. Always one for action, Dad came charging in with a pole (apparently we just have poles around the house) and began to look around saying 'WHAT, WHAT WHERE'. Mother in all her glory remained in the hall, calling to us 'I'll guard the hall'. Smooth, real smooth.
Once I explained to Dad that I saw some fluff run across the floor he said 'is that all?' and put the pole down.
'DON'T PUT IT DOWN DAD' I'm yell 'IT COULD ATTACK AT ANY MOMENT.'
He didn't appreciate that, shook his head and went back to bed. Well, I wasn't sleeping in my room knowing that it was scurrying around. So I slept in my parents room at the end of their bed, curled up like a dog. I am 20 years old.
I got no sleep which made my grand total hours of sleep for the weekend 4.
I still creep around my room on tip toes waiting for the dreaded rustling of a bag. Little sods aren't disturbing me again.
|Mon, May 14 2012 03:47pm IST 2|
Kirsty dear, dear. The chances are that the mouse was probably more frightened of you than the other way around. Do you live in the town or country, if latter ,the chances are that it is a field mouse. To my knowledge, I have not heard of anyone being bitten by a field mouse - dare say, there is always the first time but there are two ways to sort out this uninvited guest. I agree they can be a menace with electricity and cabling as they wear down their teeth for like hamsters, they continue to grow. So go to an iron mongery and get yourself a humane mouse trap then take it away from the house for half a mile, put it in a dark bag so it cannot find its way back because believe me, they do, they are brighter than we think. Some years back, people put Warfarin down. Some died then the clever little things cottoned on to an idea, they sat on a hot water pipe and waited for the ill effects to wear off hence if it is in a dark paper bag, it will take a while for it to remember whether it is left or right turn to come back, fox it a bit for a little while then release it. If you want a permanent departure yet less savoury, get a cat, a really good mouser but honestly, I think they are cute but then I am an animal lover and cannot bear the thought of animals like this being killed unless they are in pain and terminally ill then one has to do the kind thing. A few years back, I had a little tapestry cat called Tabitha, one minute she was fit as a fiddle then suddenly she went downhill. Mum took her to the vet where it was found she had cancer on both kidneys. Mum told the vet to do the kind thing, she just had her first birthday too so come on Kirsty, show some guts, get the humane mouse trap then give it another life.
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