Friday, June 3, 2011

A Little Friend

I was about 14 at the time.  In my own room.  All to myself.  Except for a little friend.  He visited me at night.  Scuffle rustle.  In the wall above my head.  He was foraging for his little family.  Hello little friend, I would whisper.  Too loud and he would quiet.  Startled by my presence.  So I whispered.  Told him to care for that little family.  Hoping they were safe and sound somewhere, in their little nest, deep in the recesses of the attic.  Rustle scuffle.  Away he would go.
Calico Critters Norwood Mouse Family
Then one night.

Scuffle rustle, scratch.

I was alert.  

That sound wasn't coming from it's usual place!

My friend wasn't in the wall above my head.

He was in my nightstand!

I did what any self respecting, mature girl of 14, who isn't the least bit afraid of rodents, would do.

DADDeeeee!!!!!!!!

In he stumbled.  Concern and confusion furrowed his brows.  His eyes fighting off the sleep.

There is a MOUSE in my NIGHTSTAND!!!!!!!

(I should probably mention, I had previously neglected to notify my parents of my little friend's existence, for fear they would attempt to eradicate him.)
I doubt it's a mouse. Probably just the tree outside or something.
No, it's a mouse.
Well it's probably in the wall behind the nigthstand.
No, it's IN the nightstand.
Alright. I'll check.
He walked to the nightstand.  I stood behind him, peering around, heart pounding.  I held my breath.

The first drawer slowly opened.

Nothing.

The second drawer ever so slowly.

Nothing.

The third drawer slo. . .

A blur across the room and the scratching skittering of tiny paws across my foot.

I did what any self respecting, mature girl of 14, who is not the least bit afraid of rodents, would do.

Screamed at the top of my lungs and jumped onto my bed where I proceeded to dance around like a little girl.
It touched my FOOOOT.  It ran across my foot!!!!
Are you sure?  I didn't see it.
Um.  Ya.  Never been so sure of anything in my entire life.
Well it's gone now.  I'll get some traps in the morning.
Awww.  Do you have to?
Go back to bed. Get some sleep.
I did what any self respecting, mature girl of 14, who isn't the least bit afraid of rodents, would do.

Burritofied myself in my blankey and spent the rest of the night jumping at the slightest rustle.
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