Day 182 - mice
Sunday, 27 February 2011
I'm writing this particular blog for three reasons:
- I had a piece published in Guardian Weekend yesterday and, as developing my writing was something I was keen to do when I went freelance, I'm feeling very pleased with myself. You can see it on the The Guardian Website (*1), although if you can't be bothered with that here's my byline to prove I'm not fibbing:
- As part of my post Day 129 - resolutions I vowed to blog more, and as February is very short I thought I better crack one out before the month disappears.
- I've got an interesting tale to tell. Here it is...
A few nights ago Gemma and I were woken by our cat frantically meowing. He eventually quietened down although when I woke up in the morning I discovered a dead mouse on the carpet by the side of the bed. Fortunately it was in one piece and, being one for a bit of a prank, I left it for Gemma to find when she got up. Sure enough, and much to my amusement, she hurtled down the stairs a few minutes later in somewhat of a panic. The best jokes are always the best.
Now, while the mouse made me laugh it also got me a bit worried. You see we don't have a cat flap and Sid, our cat, stays indoors all night. He caught the mouse inside the house, which meant we could have a problem.
I tried my best to forget all about it, until the same thing happened again on Thursday night. Gemma discovered a dead mouse by the bed, hysteria, horror and panic followed etc etc. The story took another dramatic turn on Friday when I, with an enormous work load and an enormous hangover (*2), was working in my office. Sid began stalking something under my bookcase and, after a bit of on-front action with a torch, I spotted another mouse hiding in the corner. This one was ALIVE though. Unable to deal with the situation (my hangover required me to stay upright) I let Sid stay guard while I got on with my work. I eventually plucked up the courage to tackle the mouse and after shifting the bookcase and banging my head on my desk several times while crawling around the room I caught the little blighter. He was actually very cute and, unable to do anything grizzly to him, I set him free in a garden across the road (I hope they didn't see me).
Gemma and I sprung into full-on emergency mode and, after reading copious accounts of mice infestations, and how to deal with them, online, decided the mice were most likely coming from the kitchen. We emptied our kitchen cupboards, had a thorough clean and I even pulled out the washing machine and looked behind the fridge freezer. And do you know what we found? Absolutely nothing. No mouse droppings, no munched food packets, not gnawed stuff (these are all things the online articles told us to look out for). We have absolutely no idea where the little buggers are coming from.
Last night I was woken by a commotion coming from the kitchen and found Sid with his nose pressed against the bottom of the fridge. I got down on my hands and knees (luckily no hangover this time) and sure enough, there was a little mouse peering back at me. Sid didn't catch that one, there wasn't a corpse to deal with this morning and I have no idea where it went. And so the saga continues.
Until next time...
*1 If you do visit The Guardian website you'll notice they're showing an entirely different Kevin Smith. I'm a bit miffed about it, but some folk on twitter said it could be worse because the other Kevin Smith is quite good looking. Hmmm, not sure what I think about that.
*2 Gemma and I had been to our local theatre to see The Haunting and, do you know what? They let you take wine INTO theatres these days. What a marvellous development. Unfortunately we got absolutely sloshed and didn't quite understand the end of the play. Never mind, I suppose you can't have it all.