Like a Mouse

Nothing kills a moment of creative inspiration like a mouse.

Let me rephrase that: nothing kills a moment of creative inspiration like a woman screaming because she’s seen a mouse.

Naturally, you go and tend to the mouse problem.  It takes a while.  You don’t see the mouse, of course, because he’s off somewhere else by now.  Hiding.  Scheming.  Something like that.  Or maybe he’s outside somewhere, on to bigger and better things.  Regardless of what he’s doing, you’re looking for him.

When that part of the evening’s agenda is over, you move on to consoling the woman.  Understandably, she’s a little upset.  It doesn’t help that the house also has a lot of spiders.  There was one so huge that you could hear it’s little feet brushing against the porcelain of the sink as he slipped and tried, in vain, to climb out.  That was a lucky break for me.  I just put a glass over it, slide a piece of heavy paper under it, and walked it to the curb.  I let it out.  It ran back towards the house.  I didn’t tell that last bit to anyone.  I’m confident he didn’t want back in, but…you know…it was a little weird.

Then there was the monstrous bee.  I missed that one.

So, you see how someone might be on their last nerve with all the nature going on around here now that the weather is getting a little better.  

Anyway, she’s upstairs now.  My hope of getting to bed early is shot.  Here’s to hoping that my peanut butter trap nabs me a little mouse tonight, the humane way.  For his sake, I hope he falls for it.  He’ll wind up in a jar.  I’ll walk him to a park and let him go.  Tomorrow, I’m buying some old-school, back-snapping mouse traps.  Vegetarian or not, I’ve got a mouse to take care of.

Nothing kills a good night’s sleep like a mouse.