Bad Luck Brandi: Of mice and Brandi
You know those few moments before you actually fall asleep, where you are trying to sleep and you hear a noise that perfectly ruins your chances of actually falling into that sleep?
Well a few days ago, as I was laying in bed sick, I was finally at that state. I had overcome my coughing fits and headache, and was almost asleep when I heard ‘BOING’ come from near the closet door. I knew the distinct sound well. It was the spring-like doorstopper that I had so many times tripped on by accident. While I knew my roommate was sound asleep in her bed, my eyes opened instantly and I was sitting up in bed in less than a second. There was only one explanation. A mouse.
I laid there trying to come up with any other explanation and the only other reasonable thing was a ghost. So then I wasn’t sure if that thought was more or less comforting, so went back to assuming it was a furry critter that could only spread diseases and not some creepy message from the after life. In the few extra hours it then took me to fall asleep comfortably, I reviewed my past experiences with mice. Growing up in the woods, my family often had little visitors in the winter. There was one incident in high school where I unknowingly peed on a mouse that had been chased into the toilet bowl by my cat, Midget. Another time one crawled across the pillow I had my head on and leapt off my bed, only to leave me emotionally unstable for the night. I turned all the lights on in my room on and staked out, crouching at the dresser I saw little Chester III run underneath. I held a shoebox as my option of capture.
I stayed up all night and put Midget in my room demanding her to use her feline instincts to hunt and kill. Eventually I caught him after moving to a more effective trap of a solo cup. And then he got flushed. Sometimes I would keep the mice for a few days as pets and I would feed them cheese, which looking back I realize they never actually ate. Then we would decide whether to just flush them or drive them to a cornfield and release.
Right now I’m hoping that we catch this little monster that is keeping me awake so he can take a ride down the porcelain express as well…I’m sure that’s actually probably horrible for our septic tank…