Unwanted Guest

Part 3

My husband quickly formulated a plan. He would get some rolled up newspaper and I would get a long stick with which I was to encourage the little guy to show himself. My saviour would then be ready to render him unconscious with a well aimed swipe. However things didn’t quite work out that way.

Using the stick I made him show himself, however he was quicker than my husband had anticipated and he managed to scurry past him heading in my direction. This once again set me off and prompted me to climb onto the bench. From my elevated position I then watched with amusement as my husband crawled around on the kitchen floor trying to hit the fast moving little monster. All I could think was how much we looked like the typical cartoon of the woman standing on the chair screaming, while the creature ran around underneath. I haven’t laughed so much in a long time. 

Finally the critter got the best of us and disappeared under the dishwasher where we found, under an adjacent cupboard, a hole leading under the house. He had won. My husband sat back on his heels, his fists on his thighs as he worked to get his breath back. He looked the very picture of dejection. However after licking our wounds we realised all was not lost. While he had got away, we had achieved one objective, he was out and now we needed to ensure he wouldn’t be getting back in. So while I kept watch, my husband raced off to buy some spray foam to fill the holes. Thankfully we never saw the furry little rodent again, but I no longer scoff at those women perched high above, as a mouse runs around the floor beneath them, to my disgust I found I was that woman.