Sat at the computer, about midnight last night. Taz had gone to bed & I wasn't far behind. I suddenly spot something move out of the corner of my eye. It's O.K, it's probably the cat ...hang on, we haven't
got a cat. Bugger, if it was a spider, it must be bloody huge.
Then it moved again. I turn to look & there's a ...mouse. Bold as you like, running from the kitchen door, across the living room carpet, straight towards me. Argh! I'm a recent convert to this country lifestyle thing, having been a townie all my life. What are you supposed to do? Grab something big & heavy & whack it? the telephone & computer monitor were the only things to hand & neither looked like they'd be particularly effective, besides which, squished mouse on the carpet wasn't a pleasant thought. Trap it in something? like what? Jump on the chair & scream like a girlie? I considered this, but Taz was already fast asleep upstairs, beyond screaming range.
In the end I stamped my foot & it darted under a cupboard. 2 minutes later it was back out again. Sat there, just watching me. I stamped. It hid. It came back out. I stamped again. We continued this stand-off for 10 minutes or so until we both got bored with it. Eventually I admitted defeat & backed off, running up to bed & hiding under the covers.
Love watching the wildlife outside in the garden, but not so keen on sharing the living room with it. So somewhere, lurking in a dark corner, watching, he's waiting for me. EEEEEEEEK!!!!!
