I was woken this morning when I heard a rustling noise in the ceiling cavity directly above my head. As I focused my super rodent detecting powers the sound of the rusting was amplified and the image of the mouse that I held in my mind grew and morphed into a rat, and then a possum. A huge possum with a twitchy nose and bionic tail, covered in fluff that would allow this hugely devious and dastardly creature to stalk and attack prey in a bid for world domination. It was sitting directly above my head, it’s eyes full of fire and hatred.
Adrenaline started to course around my body as I flew into action. I elbowed my sleeping husband and asked “did you hear that?” Given the lack of response he clearly had not. I huddled under the covers in a bid to find a happier place in my mind. Eventually the alarm went off and I decided to tackle the day.
After showering I went in search of underwear in the laundry cupboard. The laundry cupboard is my guilty secret and a dumping ground for all unclaimed washing. It is a disaster zone and as I lifted a washing basket that sat on top of another, half full basket I was horrified to find what was clearly a mouse house. All of the unmatched socks had been pushed to one side leaving an area that was littered with mouse droppings. I slammed the door shut and took several steps backwards, bracing myself on a wall while I came up with a plan.
I grabbed a block of rat bait from the garage and took deep, silent breaths as I crept back to the laundry cupboard. I gently turned the door handle, jerked the door open, threw the block of bait in and again slammed the door before running down the corridor. I stopped in the bed room and a shiver ran down my spine. I screamed, screamed again, jumped around like Rumpelstiltskin, stamped my feet and did my best jazz hands. “Aaaaaaaaaaah”.
It is now the middle of the morning and I am feeling jaded and tired. Tonight I will have to ask Colin to take bait up into the roof because, I have musophobia and I must clean up the laundry cupboard.
Adrenaline started to course around my body as I flew into action. I elbowed my sleeping husband and asked “did you hear that?” Given the lack of response he clearly had not. I huddled under the covers in a bid to find a happier place in my mind. Eventually the alarm went off and I decided to tackle the day.
After showering I went in search of underwear in the laundry cupboard. The laundry cupboard is my guilty secret and a dumping ground for all unclaimed washing. It is a disaster zone and as I lifted a washing basket that sat on top of another, half full basket I was horrified to find what was clearly a mouse house. All of the unmatched socks had been pushed to one side leaving an area that was littered with mouse droppings. I slammed the door shut and took several steps backwards, bracing myself on a wall while I came up with a plan.
I grabbed a block of rat bait from the garage and took deep, silent breaths as I crept back to the laundry cupboard. I gently turned the door handle, jerked the door open, threw the block of bait in and again slammed the door before running down the corridor. I stopped in the bed room and a shiver ran down my spine. I screamed, screamed again, jumped around like Rumpelstiltskin, stamped my feet and did my best jazz hands. “Aaaaaaaaaaah”.
It is now the middle of the morning and I am feeling jaded and tired. Tonight I will have to ask Colin to take bait up into the roof because, I have musophobia and I must clean up the laundry cupboard.