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It's Alive...Nooooooooooooooooooooo! Last night I am in bed, reading the rest of the latest Harry Potter book when I hear this noise. The noise could only be likened to either a fat spider or some small creature doing tap dance on the tiles of the floor. I gulped really hard, I hate these moments where wildlife interferes in my domicile. I comfort myself with it cannot be another rattlesnake ( yes I have had one in the house before).. they don't make that kind of noise... it can't be some stray alligator,.. I would have noticed that (hopefully), so now I am doing the wide-eyed panic stricken stare in the direction of said noise when this horrible grey mouse comes running across from one walk-in closet to one not walk-in closet in my bedroom. I shrieked loud enough to wake people in the next county, threw the book and for some odd reason stood on the bed. For the next few hours(!) this rodent and I played this game of scaring the fuck out of one another. It would poke its head out trying to make another run for it and I would scream, it would retreat. Eventually, I got tired of standing and shrieking... damn mouse. So with as much tact as a elephant in a super small crystal store I manuevered what I thought was a brillant move. Okay, the alarm was also now ringing for the kids to get up and I think I could have held out on that bed at least another hour.. but I didn't want the kids up on the bed with me. So I sprang across the room screaming like my ass was on fire, slammed the sliding doors closed and sealed up any openings that I thought it could get through! Aha! It is now trapped! Or so I thought. Around noon, the idiot shows up and I am no longer hysterical, but really tired and annoyed, after having been given a lecture from Heather before she left for school about the humane practices of capturing this mouse and letting it go free outside. Which , well I am against, cus see, now it knows how to get in the house and might go get its friends and family to tell about the warm weather proof place with free entertainment in the form of a hysterical woman to come too. So idiot opens the closet door and there is not a sign of the mouse anywhere. Sheesh, so now he is looking at me like I have lost my mind and just had some weird delussion of a mouse. Not! If I were going to have images in my bedroom at night they certainly would not be of rodents! They would be of a tall dark handsome man. (Byron) OR in the very least something pink, pretty and sparklie but never of a fucking mouse. More proof he is an idiot. So now I have a mouse loose in my house. A child who will get hysterical at the sight of any traps, and no cat to deal with this for me. Hmpf. Tonight, my neighbor Destiny ( the stupid one who thinks having a secret affair is being picked up in the wee hours of the morning by some guy blowing his fucking car horn) sent her children over to borrow 6 pieces of bread. I gave it to them, then Lisa tells me that they had just gone over to another neighbors house who had pizza delivery man there a few moments earlier and asked if they could have a piece of the pizza cus they had no food, apparently that neighbor turned them away empty handed though. It made me feel really bad for them, so I sent over half a pork roast that I made last night and 2 boxes of macroni and cheese, and two cans of tuna fish. It isn't much but at least its some food and they wont go to bed hungry. I really can't stand the thought of children not having the basic's in life. I had Lisa take it over to them cus Destiny acts funny around me and I didn't want her not accept it. Shes black and kind of racist, although she doesn't act racist with kids (i.e Lisa, Heather , Josh) but she does with adults especially if she sees me in public. She will put her head down and try very hard to avoid any eye contact etc. Several times in the yard that we share shes made remarks about how shes never had to live near a white family before. I feel sorry for her. Not just because she is stupid but because she is ignorant too, ignorant to the fact that people don't need classes defined by creed, race or religion but rather on the merit of character. Ah well, least the children wont be hungry tonight. |