This evening, I made a rather disturbing discovery in the closet of my spare bedroom. I opened the door to find little black "things" on the lid of a plastic tote that holds all of my fat clothes. Since there had at one time been a bag of Miracle Grow on top of the tote, I didn't think much of it...but intermingled with the black "things" were little yellow spots. Upon closer examination, I found that this was not Miracle Grow at all, but in fact was MOUSE WASTE!!!
Once I realized what was going on, I dug a little deeper into the closet and found a stockpile of my dog's food! Since my dog cannot flatten himself and crawl under the door, my suspicions of a mouse were confirmed. That and the little brown furry face that was staring at me from under an old sock.
The series of events that happened next were reminiscent of a 1934 Tom and Jerry cartoon.
The mouse and I shrieked at the same time, and just as loudly. Of course, the first thing that we BOTH thought of was running for the door. As he crossed the top of my foot, though, the mouse's direction quickly changed from FORWARD to UP, as the realization of the rodent on my person caused me to involuntarily KICK! Naturally, as I did this, I fell backwards into a pile of clothes intermingled with two HP laser printers that I'd been looking for! Now, most folks have heard that old saying, "What goes up MUST come down"....well, as I lay in the pile of clothes and now shattered printers, what WENT UP did in fact COME DOWN. On my chest. It took exactly one nanosecond before the mouse was in the air again as I flung my shirt up and over my head. The last time that I took my shirt off THAT fast was when I finally had the opportunity to get freaky with ...well, that's not important. Suffice it to say my shirt came off really fast.
As my shirt was being torn from my body, the mouse's flight was directed towards his desired destination..out of the closet. He was not to have a smooth flight as it turns out because Sammy the Ferocious Guard Poodle had come to see what the ruckus was. Upon seeing the mouse flying towards him, he jumped back. Straight into his "house" (a rather large cage)...which had a stack of pillows, cushions, and a really cool Japanese light thing that had those fiber optic things in it. Of course, everything that had been stacked on Sammy's "house" came crashing down on top of him, the mouse, and me.
Naturally, by the time that this happened, Chris was on his way to the back of the house to see where the bomb was going off...he arrived just in time to see the mouse running for the bedroom door. Now, just a little back history here. I'm TERRIFIED of spiders. So much so that I will break my neck to escape even the tiniest arachnid. Well, Chris is that much and then some afraid of mice.
I've never seen Chris move quite that fast in all of the years that I've known him. In fact, I've never seen him JUMP as he did when the mouse came speeding towards him. I could swear I heard him (the mouse) say "undalay undalay..eeepa eeepa"! And I believe that it's HIS little yellow sumbrero that I found laying on the floor in the hallway!
The mouse got away. He's still here somewhere in the house. Possibly dead of a heart attack..or concussion. But he's here. And I'm going to find him.
"Be vewy vewy quiet. I'm hunting a mouse!"
Thank God there is Boomerang and Cartoon Network on satellite! 
There's not much going on around here lately, except of course for the demise of the little brown mouse, aka Nightbug's minion! 
Much to Nightbug's shagrin, though, I HAVE figured out why it is a mouse that was sent to my home as a commie spy: they are smaller and faster than squirrels...undead or otherwise! Ha! I'm getting smarter!Either that, or I'm just losing it completely. 
OR will it?? Are there others to come?? 
