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loopylouise123) wrote2007-11-09 05:51 pm
loopylouise123) wrote2007-11-09 05:51 pm
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Mouse attack!
This is the story...
I came back early from college, greeted our dog, dumped my stuff in my room and then flopped onto the leather couch in the lounge.
When I was finding something to watch I noticed one of our cats was perched behind the tv looking at our large speaker, confused I stood up and couldn't find anything to explain why she was doing this, so I just picked her up and put her on the couch next to me.
But she jumped down and went back to the same position. Now I was extremely suspicious and went back over, pushing the cat out of the way and *lifting* the speaker, only for my fears to be confirmed as a large fat mouse scurried around for a second before dissapearing.
Exteremely pissed off I grabbed the cat and chucked both her and the curious dog out of the lounge and shut the door, not wanting it to go anywhere else in the house.
This had happened before, but it has always been me and my dad there to get rid of it, working together as one chases the mouse and the other is there ready to catch it.
But I was one my own.
A phone call later, where my mum was of no help, just telling me to get rid of it because she's scared, I gathered a cup, a bowl and a torch, ready to face the challenge.
And bloody hell, what a challenge it was.
It took me over an hour to catch the little bastard, if I managed to trap it it would just jump over me and dissapear under the furinture. And in my rage I was literally *throwing* couches and heavy book cabinets out of the way to get the stupid thing. And to make matters worse every time I caught it in the cup it somehow kept escaping.
In the end I got a large jug and started hunting, with the lounge a complete and utter wreck, I found it again climbing the telephone wire as it tried to get to higher ground. Clever little bugger.
As the jug was too big to cover with my hand to stop it jumping out I tried to find something that would, but the mouse was quickly escaping, so I pushed it into the jug and then trapped the opening against my chest... and then felt proud that I had caught it (caught you fucker!) but feeling stupid that I was using my chest to stop it from escaping.
I threw some shoes on, ran outside and then pulled the jug away as the mouse flung itself out and ran into the bushes. Probably thinking FREEDOM!!
Then I just had to put the lounge back together, finding the furniture a lot heavier without that surge of anger. I also noticed that my arm was bleeding, caused when I was diving to the ground to catch the rodent that was running under my feet, so I was sore, injured and pissed off as I watched my cat try to sniff out the mouse that was no longer there.
That is my happy ending.
When I was finding something to watch I noticed one of our cats was perched behind the tv looking at our large speaker, confused I stood up and couldn't find anything to explain why she was doing this, so I just picked her up and put her on the couch next to me.
But she jumped down and went back to the same position. Now I was extremely suspicious and went back over, pushing the cat out of the way and *lifting* the speaker, only for my fears to be confirmed as a large fat mouse scurried around for a second before dissapearing.
Exteremely pissed off I grabbed the cat and chucked both her and the curious dog out of the lounge and shut the door, not wanting it to go anywhere else in the house.
This had happened before, but it has always been me and my dad there to get rid of it, working together as one chases the mouse and the other is there ready to catch it.
But I was one my own.
A phone call later, where my mum was of no help, just telling me to get rid of it because she's scared, I gathered a cup, a bowl and a torch, ready to face the challenge.
And bloody hell, what a challenge it was.
It took me over an hour to catch the little bastard, if I managed to trap it it would just jump over me and dissapear under the furinture. And in my rage I was literally *throwing* couches and heavy book cabinets out of the way to get the stupid thing. And to make matters worse every time I caught it in the cup it somehow kept escaping.
In the end I got a large jug and started hunting, with the lounge a complete and utter wreck, I found it again climbing the telephone wire as it tried to get to higher ground. Clever little bugger.
As the jug was too big to cover with my hand to stop it jumping out I tried to find something that would, but the mouse was quickly escaping, so I pushed it into the jug and then trapped the opening against my chest... and then felt proud that I had caught it (caught you fucker!) but feeling stupid that I was using my chest to stop it from escaping.
I threw some shoes on, ran outside and then pulled the jug away as the mouse flung itself out and ran into the bushes. Probably thinking FREEDOM!!
Then I just had to put the lounge back together, finding the furniture a lot heavier without that surge of anger. I also noticed that my arm was bleeding, caused when I was diving to the ground to catch the rodent that was running under my feet, so I was sore, injured and pissed off as I watched my cat try to sniff out the mouse that was no longer there.
That is my happy ending.