So here it is, as promised in ‘The waiting game’, at 10.30pm (I wrote this bit last).
I woke up this morning with not a shred of a clue what to write about, when suddenly it hit me! I say me, but what I mean is it hit the… Hang on a second, let’s start from the beginning!
Last Wednesday evening I settled in to bed nice and early for a long and event free sleep. Soon after closing my eye’s however, I began to hear scuffling and scratching near my window. (Some of you may have heard this before and know where this is going, but lets keep the suspense alive)
After 5 minutes of this I realised it wasn’t coming from outside. It was in my room whatever it was!
I jumped into action, switching on all my lights and frantically looking around near the window. The sound was near my feet so I scanned the skirting board between my chair, desk and bedside table.
A shadow shot under the latter, and I barely had enough time to turn my head. Whatever it was, it was trapped now!
I made my way over, getting low so I had a better view. I removed books and random boxes from beneath the table top until only a rolled up poster remained. He MUST be behind it (I’ve made the assumption it was a he)!
I grabbed at the poster and tore it away from its resting place. No sign of anything left where it had been. At this point my eyes slowly turned to see him staring out from inside the poster!
Yes that’s right, Jerry! So named because of his incredible likeness to the “lovable” rodent that terrorized poor Tom to what must have been an early grave. I have come to the conclusion that Tom was definitely the good guy in that timeless cartoon. Tormented by his owner for not catching the devious Jerry. A mouse that went up and beyond taking his share, for the sole purpose of causing Tom excruciating pain and suffering!
Of course this was no cartoon! However, seeing a live mouse flying at your face as he leaps into the air borders on a cartoon like experience. I was to slow to catch him, but managed to dodge his vicious attack, avoiding a face mauling!
Safe to say I spent the rest of the night not sleeping, but devising ingenious (ridiculous) plans and contraptions with which to catch the devil mouse.
None of these worked!
Yes that’s right. I was bested by a mouse!
Jerry had won the battle, but he would not win the war!
At this point I would like to recommend that any animal lovers cease reading, and redirect their attention to any other of my delightful posts. This one has some lovely pictures that you might enjoy!
Are they gone?…
So Jerry made another appearance this morning. This time over by the door. I was awoken fairly early by the scratching I have become accustomed to, but this time I was prepared!
My eyes were wide as soon as I heard the familiar sound, and with one swift movement, a shoe laid by my bed caused Jerry’s end!
You were a worthy opponent!