Loretta the Mouse
An hour after my last post I was in bed. I was just fading into sleep when it happened. The pitter patter of small feet crashing on the wood floor. It was as loud as a marching band. It clawed at my garbage can and sounded like it was doing back flips and summersalts, a mouse flying through the dark air and crashing onto the floor. I shot up in bed and stood up. Lorreta got quieter from the embarassment of being caught flying into my garbage can. I turned on the light and she fled to the corner and looked at me. And disappeared.
This morning Nikki discovered that the kitchen trap had closed on something.. After 5 minutes of debating who would pick up the trap, we both walked out into the rain triumphantly. Me carrying the box, feeling out the contents. We got down the block and opened it up to find the Skippy peanut butter and no mouse.
Nikki will not sleep here again tonight and I'm looking forward to another intimate evening with Loretta.
V is for Victor Frankenstein, squashed by a train.
This morning Nikki discovered that the kitchen trap had closed on something.. After 5 minutes of debating who would pick up the trap, we both walked out into the rain triumphantly. Me carrying the box, feeling out the contents. We got down the block and opened it up to find the Skippy peanut butter and no mouse.
Nikki will not sleep here again tonight and I'm looking forward to another intimate evening with Loretta.
V is for Victor Frankenstein, squashed by a train.