Ahh so many little little things there are..!
A little thing happened to me today. I'm not talking about an event or a feeling, nor a comment or a dilemma. What I'm actually referring to is...... a mouse.
I was about to leave the house to go on a walk through the natural landscape I call my neighborhood, when I heard some noticeably loud noises coming from the other side of the house. I poked my head back into the kitchen and peered down the butler's pantry into the dining room. The noises were getting more pronounced.
I caught a glimpse of my cat, Pixie. Just a side note- she's actually quite fat, def not a Pixie. Anyway, Pixie was up on her hind legs patting the wall furiously. This was odd.
"What on earth is Pixie up to now," I thought...definitely strange behavior for my extremely skittish calico. I walked into the dining room and looked up at what she appeared to be so interested in. I pulled back the drapes which were obstructing my vision...then spied a tail.
"Oh no, it's something she brought into the house again," was my first reaction. Pixie has been known to bring in the occasional lizard and/or lizard tail. Lizards aren't all that bad after all, so I wasn't annoyed yet. HOWEVER, when I pulled the curtain back even further, I noticed that the tail wasn't quite what you would expect a lizard tail to look like. It was long, slender, and quivering. It was a mouse. I freaked out and jumped 4 feet back. MOUSE IN THE HOUSE! MOUSE IN THE HOUSE!! I wanted to kick my cat. I didn't, don't worry. But, it definitely was a consideration at the time.
I thought about calling my dad for help, but quickly decided against it. I'm 23 years old and I can't even figure out how to get a mouse out of the house. Pixie wasn't helping me at this point either. She had lost interest and walked outside to bask in the sun. Uhh, I really didn't know what to do. My last encounter with a mouse had been in college when mice were living in our house. I can still recall the night when a mouse ran right past my foot on its way to hide in my bed. Yuccck. Not the best memory I have.
Once I calmed down (many minutes later), I went into the garage and looked for something long that I could use. The swifter stick came to the rescue.
I ran back to the dining room, hoping to see the mouse in the same spot. I stood up on one of chairs nearby and began to prod the curtains in order to scare the mouse into coming down. I opened the sliding door and hoped earnestly that the mouse would sense the wonderful out-of-doors. After attempting to prod for another eight and a half more minutes, I was getting frustrated. I went and grabbed the yoga ball from the family room and brought it back into the dining room to do some sit-ups. At least I was going to be productive while I thought of a plan...
Forty-six crunches later, my dad arrived home and saw the situation the cat had caused. He quickly grabbed a pair of gloves and a bucket. He's not a fan of mice in the house. He stood up on another chair with the bucket as I tried once more to push the mouse off of its perch. The next thing I see is the mouse leaping and falling right past my dad's head. It landed on the carpet and bolted for the door, running right into Pixie. Pixie pounced & chased the mouse right into the pool. HAHA!! MOUSE IN THE POOL!!!.
Bobby fished it out, and threw it in the garden. That was that. The small little things..
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