Feelings

Have you ever had a feeling as you were reaching into the back black corner of the closet to find that long lost "Something" that you may find "something" else? Like maybe something little, gray and furry that scurries? Wellllll,

In all our disorder of packing, we apparently let one of "that sort" into the house. She surprised me one morning by performing quite a dance on the exact piece of carpet beside my bed that I had just been intending to put my toes on. I decided to stay in bed for a bit more, rather than interrupt her (and risk bitten toes). She amused me that night by chewing on the already packed boxes beside my bed. We set a trap the next night, on my side of the bed. It detonated about 2 in the morning. The mouse escaped, apparently unharmed. My sleep didn't fare so well. I was up the rest of the night. The next night was the "Revenge of the Mouse": she kept climbing up the frame of the headboard, and would run (loudly) down the metal of the bedframe. She would create a "bang" with every hop. Again, no sleep for me.

We haven't heard from her in a couple of nights now. I wonder what she is plotting now?