We have had an overnight guest for sometime now. I saw one of our visitors the first day we were back from across the pond. He boldly ran across our living room whilst I got caught up on Prison Break. He was spotted the next night again whilst watching TV with friends (this time it was BSG). Again I was the only one who saw him. The following night (we are up to Wednesday now), I was busily preparing for human overnight guests, doing laundry, straightening up, hiding the Firefly comics…when our dastardly Mus Musculus ran right in front of me. I cornered him behind the couch at which time DH asks what he thinks I might do now? Darn he was right, so I added mouse traps to my list of breakfast foods needed on my shopping trip for the next day.
The next day.
Now at Thursday, the first day of the K-W Improv Festival (KWIF), and I am determined to rid our house of vermin before our guests from Bad Dog Theatre in Toronto arrive tomorrow. I purchase, bait and lay the traps and head out to perform in the ToTE show portion of the festival. The show was great. Nice audience, funny scenes and an arm licking by Bernie the Dali Llama…I’m on a high.
Time to check my traps. The one in the kitchen, still baited, and empty. The one in the mouse haven living room….filled. I momentarily feel bad for my fellow mammal just wanting an easy snack, but that soon passes as I realize as the only homeowner presently home, I have to deal with the carnage.
I am torn between waiting for my DH to return home from business travel tomorrow and rescue me from the nasty dead garbage and being the strong, independent woman I have come to think I am. Wimpy…Strong….Wimpy…Strong…I AM WOMAN….and I clean up the tiny mess with nary a squeam. I feel victorious.
3 days later. The Improv Festival was great despite the business on the 401 that caused a 3 hour delay for both of our visiting teams. Our guests decided to go home so we had the evening to ourselves and the alumni night was a hoot and a half!
After such a whirlwind weekend, I get back to some chores. Hmm….I notice some telltale signs of creatures in the cutlery drawer. Is that like the Bellagio to mice-folk? Why do they take a shine to rooting through the knives and forks of their human brethren? Not wanting to answer these mysteries, I take to emptying the silverware, cleaning the tray and disinfecting the drawer. With only moments to go before friends arrive for more TV watching, I industriously begin to dry the cutlery. I open the drawer to replace the items and WOW there’s a mouse in there. I shriek and run away. My DH is amused to find me meters from the offending drawer shaking with spookedness. We set some traps just before our friends arrive. Not able to keep our shameful vermin secret, we regale our friends with the tale.
Have you noticed one thing about this “situation”? I am the only person who has seen these creatures in our house. Being astute to the world around me and my own personal process…I take note of this fact. I have a book called Animal Speak. It is a handy reference when one encounters animals in dreams, the waking world, or one’s cutlery drawer.
Mouse brings the energy of scrutiny. It is through Mouse that we learn that least of details can be a major factor in the out come of our journey. Without Mouse there would be very little order in our life.
So I endeavour to be more scrutinous if it will indeed relieve us of these unwanted house guests.
Current Mood: Squiggey