The Splinter Chronicles - Part 2.
Continued from The Splinter Chronicles - Part 1.
just putting my room back together after a midnight hunting experience....
events began to unfold when our resident rodent, also known as Splinter, decided to go exploring in my room after i left my door open while in the bathroom getting ready to turn in for the night...first time the little blighter has been in my room since he set up camp in cambridge street and i didn't notice his presence at first.
However, once i turned the lights out and had curled up and settled down to slumber peacefully, i became aware of what i at first identified to be one of those "theres-some-sort-of-flying-insect-trapped-in-my-room" buzzing noises. I scanned the shadowy corners to try and catch sight of a black dot hovering round the ceiling and seeing none but realizing i wasn't wearing glasses and am as blind as a bat without them, i got up to turn the light on, and in those first "oh crap i'm blind" seconds, caught what i thought was movement near the floor out of the corner of my eye. This would later turn out to be correct.... but at the time i thought my imagination was getting the better of me, as it often does in "Oh! What's that noise?!" circumstances when you begin to find yourself creeping furtively round corners to check if the front door is locked properly, confronting in the process, all sorts of robbers, axe murders, psychopathic perverts all while in your pyjamas and harry potter slippers and armed with a particularly heavy history textbook and a bottle of shout ultra.
But I digress....the specs went on and I sat down on the bed to contemplate the source of the mysterious "buzzing" that i had heard.
I reviewed the facts:
You will know (if you are a frequent reader) that Splinter has been evading capture for months and months...though we have had him in our grasp, he has foiled our plans repeatedly and a few weeks back even had us sitting Sentry-Duty on the floor in the kitchen for an hour and a half in the small hours of the AM waiting for him to come out from under the fridge, till weary and disheartened we set yet another mouse trap and went to bed. (The aforesaid trap has been sitting untouched on the floor of the kitchen, a mocking symbol of the rascally rodent's defiance)
But that's another story....the mouse in question had just dived under my computer bag and was no doubt behind either the dresser or the desk.
Since there is no entryway for a mouse when my door is closed, it follows that there is no exit for the same mouse when the same door is closed, and so reckoning, opened the door to find Josette in the hallway with a quizzical brow, this quizzical brow most likely caused by my (small) scream seconds before. Kipper rallied the troops while the JoJo scarpered with the words "Don't you dare drive him over to me!"
After a brief moment of panic for all parties concerned (i'm sure Splinter, if he could, would agree he was panicking too) we started clearing the furniture and bags and books that stood between of the Mouse and the (wo)Men, starting with his last known position. I then blocked off his flank and we began attacking him from the front, pulling away all objects of cover and anything he could hide behind, even removing the bottom drawer of the chest of drawers so we could spot the buggar either way he went. We had him CORNERED! (he had no where to go...no cracks in the floor or gaps in the wall to escape into) We had him OUTNUMBERED! (two to one!!!!) Bloody hell, we were even armed with a black plastic bucket and a rolled up laminated Dal Calendar...(and come on, honestly, you can't top that...) There was no way he could get himself out of this one....He knew his crimes would catch up with him...He knew that all things must come to an end....He could sense his impending doom....
He...... got away. Yeah....Shite.
A moment of hesitation on our part and Splinter's highly-tuned intuition sensed a weakness in our defenses (and advances, for that matter) - he made a run for it and made off down the hallway to who-knows-where (though most likely Sara's room as the door was open and it was the closest exit from the hallway)....the last we saw of him was his cracker-fattened backside as he rounded the corner...
We were left defeated and disheveled and my room was left in a right mess.
So tired and conquered once again, i open my LJ and chronicle the life (and impending death - we'll get him some day....some day soon) of Splinter the Mouse.
just putting my room back together after a midnight hunting experience....
events began to unfold when our resident rodent, also known as Splinter, decided to go exploring in my room after i left my door open while in the bathroom getting ready to turn in for the night...first time the little blighter has been in my room since he set up camp in cambridge street and i didn't notice his presence at first.
However, once i turned the lights out and had curled up and settled down to slumber peacefully, i became aware of what i at first identified to be one of those "theres-some-sort-of-flying-insect-trapped-in-my-room" buzzing noises. I scanned the shadowy corners to try and catch sight of a black dot hovering round the ceiling and seeing none but realizing i wasn't wearing glasses and am as blind as a bat without them, i got up to turn the light on, and in those first "oh crap i'm blind" seconds, caught what i thought was movement near the floor out of the corner of my eye. This would later turn out to be correct.... but at the time i thought my imagination was getting the better of me, as it often does in "Oh! What's that noise?!" circumstances when you begin to find yourself creeping furtively round corners to check if the front door is locked properly, confronting in the process, all sorts of robbers, axe murders, psychopathic perverts all while in your pyjamas and harry potter slippers and armed with a particularly heavy history textbook and a bottle of shout ultra.
But I digress....the specs went on and I sat down on the bed to contemplate the source of the mysterious "buzzing" that i had heard.
I reviewed the facts:
- lights out
- mysterious buzzing noise
- lights on
- possible movement near floor?
- lack of buzzing noise
- HOLY CRAP WHATS ON MY FOOT!!!!!!
You will know (if you are a frequent reader) that Splinter has been evading capture for months and months...though we have had him in our grasp, he has foiled our plans repeatedly and a few weeks back even had us sitting Sentry-Duty on the floor in the kitchen for an hour and a half in the small hours of the AM waiting for him to come out from under the fridge, till weary and disheartened we set yet another mouse trap and went to bed. (The aforesaid trap has been sitting untouched on the floor of the kitchen, a mocking symbol of the rascally rodent's defiance)
But that's another story....the mouse in question had just dived under my computer bag and was no doubt behind either the dresser or the desk.
Since there is no entryway for a mouse when my door is closed, it follows that there is no exit for the same mouse when the same door is closed, and so reckoning, opened the door to find Josette in the hallway with a quizzical brow, this quizzical brow most likely caused by my (small) scream seconds before. Kipper rallied the troops while the JoJo scarpered with the words "Don't you dare drive him over to me!"
After a brief moment of panic for all parties concerned (i'm sure Splinter, if he could, would agree he was panicking too) we started clearing the furniture and bags and books that stood between of the Mouse and the (wo)Men, starting with his last known position. I then blocked off his flank and we began attacking him from the front, pulling away all objects of cover and anything he could hide behind, even removing the bottom drawer of the chest of drawers so we could spot the buggar either way he went. We had him CORNERED! (he had no where to go...no cracks in the floor or gaps in the wall to escape into) We had him OUTNUMBERED! (two to one!!!!) Bloody hell, we were even armed with a black plastic bucket and a rolled up laminated Dal Calendar...(and come on, honestly, you can't top that...) There was no way he could get himself out of this one....He knew his crimes would catch up with him...He knew that all things must come to an end....He could sense his impending doom....
He...... got away. Yeah....Shite.
A moment of hesitation on our part and Splinter's highly-tuned intuition sensed a weakness in our defenses (and advances, for that matter) - he made a run for it and made off down the hallway to who-knows-where (though most likely Sara's room as the door was open and it was the closest exit from the hallway)....the last we saw of him was his cracker-fattened backside as he rounded the corner...
We were left defeated and disheveled and my room was left in a right mess.
So tired and conquered once again, i open my LJ and chronicle the life (and impending death - we'll get him some day....some day soon) of Splinter the Mouse.