|The only thing missing is a witch in the sky!|
Last night I stayed up a little later since we had decided we were not attending church this morning. I decided to relax a little before bed, "later" for me was about 8:30 PM. I sat on the sofa in the spot Clint usually occupies and did some drawing. I then checked the night sky and it looked quite fitting for Halloween week, the only thing missing was a witch silhouette flying across the sky on her broom.
I went out on the deck and made the photo above.
Back to sitting on the sofa and watching some kind of true crime story on tv, a movement caught my eye near our fern plant in the living room. I then reasoned I had just imagined it, that it was nothing. A few seconds later I could have sworn I saw a small dark shadow streak by the base board from the fern plant to under the tv stand which is a piece of wooden furniture. At this point I was troubled and wondered if I was hallucinating, I knew I was exhausted. Maybe it was one of my eye floaters that had made me think I had seen a movement. Perhaps it had been caused by a reflection on the glass top coffee table. I finally told myself it was caused by the tv images being reflected on the glass table top.
Flash forward to about 6:30 am when Clint and I hear some different kinds of noises in the kitchen. Our ice maker makes all kinds of strange sounds, the most common one is of a frog croaking. (I kid you not, found this out by Googling Amana refrigerator frog sounds) Clint and I agreed the sounds were different for sure this particular time. A few minutes later we heard the tell-tale crinkling sounds coming from the kitchen. I confess at this point I had not shared with Clint me seeing movement in the living room the night before. Clint then said what I had feared, "It sounds almost like there is a rodent in the house." At this point I am thinking that sure enough, it was a MOUSE! A RAT! I had seen a rat in the house! I told Clint what I had seen the night before, somehow I thought if I did not share it with him earlier, it would have gone away. I know, totally illogical.
This morning we bought some traps and hope they work tonight. Just a few minutes ago Clint found "signs" of the mouse near the fire place. I know this blog is much about nothing but I am petrified of mice and I have warned Clint that if he hears me scream, it will mean I have run across the mouse.
Dear readers, please don't get me wrong, it's not all mice that I detest. We even have a special mouse in our home, he now graces our mantle. I just snapped his photo to prove my point. He sat on Clint's mother's grandfather clock for years and has great sentimental value.
|How gross! Hopefully by tomorrow this will no longer be your home!|
|The ONLY mouse who is welcomed in our home.|