Tuesday, March 6, 2012
The Mouse, my Lodger
The mouse seems to have made itself at home though I’m damned if I can find its nesting place. It is also taking to explore further afield than my little bin, now reaching as far as my shelves. This involves climbing either sheer wood or sheer wall, either one deserving of a nibble at the biscuits I hide up there.
Only once have I seen him. Quiet or absent during the day, within minutes of my light going off at night he is out and about, usually making a racket by trying to lever empty packets out of my bin to under my bed. Once he reached the shelves I just had to check. Leaping for the light switch I caught matey red handed and beady eyed before he leapt behind the telly. A few minutes passed and he stood up and peered around. Such a pretty looking mouse, so I haven't the heart to kick him out into the harsh world. As long as he doesn't start nibbling my toes as I sleep, we should enter a period of peaceful coexistence.
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