Of Mice and Men

My Hero has struck again.

We had suspected that we were housing a little critter for a while now. Yet, the traps found nothing. Then, on the morning of our BBQ, Shaw was putting ice in the cooler and freaked a little guy out. It ran out, brushed Shaw's leg, and ran away. Very frightening, but work had to be done for the day.

Then - last night in our bedroom, I was awakened by a scratching noise. I have grown accustomed the the scratchy noise, for we hear it quite often in our walls, and on the outer wall of our bedroom. However, this was louder. Much Louder. I heard scratching against metal! I tried to calm myself down, and resumed my slumber.

4:30 AM - the same noise. I was starled, but attempted to ramain calm and listen. Then I knew this was it. The critter we had affectionately began calling "Scratchy" had entered my bedroom. I turn on my bed side lamp to wake Shaw. Poor man was to wake only an hour later for class. We looked around and found nothing. We resumed sleeping.

5:30 AM - The same story as above

6:30 AM - Shaw is working in the kitchen, and I hear a noise. I bang against the wall and yell to get out of here. Shaw comes running - while on his way, I SEE IT!! It runs from our dresser to under our bed. Shaw comes in and tells me to leave. He shuts the door......

6:40 AM - After strange noises coming from the battle in the room, Shaw enters into the kitchen (where I am making our lunches for the day) carrying a shoebox. My shoebox. The shoebox that originally held my wedding shoes, and then my memory box of letters. Shaw looked at me triumphantly. He had captured the critter. Our room is in ruins - everything off the floor and onto the bed. He trapped the critter with a large Tupperware and the shoebox, and cornered him in our closet.

Yet, he was not finished. Scratchy was not entirely dead. After the battle, the hero must finish his enemy off. Shaw put on his shoes, and took the box outside.....

Luckily, it was trash day.

Love,
Maureen