To A Mouse [28 Nov 2007|01:49am] [ mood | predatory ] The poor wee mousie...had better get out of my bedroom before it destroys anything important. Objects piled high on every elevated surface, and still can't corner and catch it. Allowing it to leave my room is an option--except then it will be loose to go ANYwhere in the house, and I guarantee it will not proceed invisibly back outside. So, mouse. I have tried to trap you, and you are too quick for me, even with help. I am running out of humane methods of removal...and I have no inhumane ones immediately at hand, either. Rounds 1-5, apparently, go to you. And my room looks much messier, and I've lost most of the organization I did have. My floor is much, much emptier, but I still can't find you. Reliably. Goodness, little furry grey mousie, you're cute. But you don't belong in here. MY room. Mice heartbeats? 600 per minute? Yeah, they're living at a different speed than the rest of us. Especially me. Closer I get to it, the harder it is to even see the thing flee. So what's it's heartrate when it zips out of/into areas? Don't think I'll be scaring it to death, at any rate. *sigh* Pretty soon, it'll figure I'm so ineffective it won't need to run as fast. Not a serious threat, hmmm...Mach 2... 3 comments|post comment

navigation [ viewing | November 28th, 2007 ] [ go | previous day|next day ]