LJ Idol Week 5
In the deepest parts of Winter my office takes on a permanent chill. This seems to be worsened now that I am only working part time. The central heat hardly touches my office because it is essentially a closet, and the space heater only runs when I am in this particular office two days a week. One morning I entered the chilly office to turn on said heater, and then vacated the place to wait for it to warm up a little.
I returned about fifteen minutes later and after stepping over the threshold I heard, no felt, a crunch beneath my right foot. It didn’t feel like one of my guide dog Fargo’s toys, so I knelt to inspect what I had stepped on. Since I can see just a little bit, I saw something on the ground but I of course couldn’t see well enough to know what it was. I decided to touch it but instead of picking it up I slowly bent and poked it with my right index finger. That finger will never be the same again. What I felt through my sensitive fingertip was warm and furry!
I shrieked the second I knew I had discovered a mouse and called for Burt our maintenance man to come see if it was really a mouse. He confirmed that it was, and that it was still twitching. He scooped it up in a plastic bag and took it to its final resting place in the dumpster.
Now I knew who had left mouse droppings in my filing cabinet drawer just mere weeks before. I had had to clean the drawer out and to get some help from a coworker to make sure all of the mouse droppings were out and to go through effected paperwork. Now the little monster was dead. He could no longer defile my clients’ records or consume the snacks meant for me. I had gotten him, and without even trying. I was in fact, the cleverest mouse trap ever.
I returned about fifteen minutes later and after stepping over the threshold I heard, no felt, a crunch beneath my right foot. It didn’t feel like one of my guide dog Fargo’s toys, so I knelt to inspect what I had stepped on. Since I can see just a little bit, I saw something on the ground but I of course couldn’t see well enough to know what it was. I decided to touch it but instead of picking it up I slowly bent and poked it with my right index finger. That finger will never be the same again. What I felt through my sensitive fingertip was warm and furry!
I shrieked the second I knew I had discovered a mouse and called for Burt our maintenance man to come see if it was really a mouse. He confirmed that it was, and that it was still twitching. He scooped it up in a plastic bag and took it to its final resting place in the dumpster.
Now I knew who had left mouse droppings in my filing cabinet drawer just mere weeks before. I had had to clean the drawer out and to get some help from a coworker to make sure all of the mouse droppings were out and to go through effected paperwork. Now the little monster was dead. He could no longer defile my clients’ records or consume the snacks meant for me. I had gotten him, and without even trying. I was in fact, the cleverest mouse trap ever.