With the Spankie thing going on, I know we've been under a lot of stress at our house.
I can actually trace it back and account for it all. Last Tuesday I was sitting at the computer and knew good and well I saw a mouse run across the floor, from under my computer to underneath the couch. It was quick, I mean this guy was hauling ass.
I saw it, out of the corner of my eye, I KNOW I saw that. I've see mice run before in my life. So quick, that's what I saw. But I was under stress.
On Wednesday I bought one of those D-Con slap traps, a traditional mouse trap that has a black plastic house built around it so you don't really have to see the dead mouse or handle it, other you can see his tail sticking out of it after the certain kill.
Wednesday, I brought it home and told Unit, "We have a mouse in the house, I saw it."
Naturally she was appalled. Like we needed more stress than was already going on.
I set the trap out and nothing happened with it. After Spankie passed, I heard him stomping around in the living room, and felt the floor vibrations. He was there (NO, he wasn't).
So am I hallucinating all of it? And under stress, did I even hallucinate the mouse?
HAH! NO. This afternoon that little running sumbitch mouse was in the trap, as dead as five Food Lion flounders. Got him.
Ahhhhh. It took some days, but I wasn't crazy after all. Well, not THAT crazy at least. I was hearing things, but at least I wasn't seeing things.
I can actually trace it back and account for it all. Last Tuesday I was sitting at the computer and knew good and well I saw a mouse run across the floor, from under my computer to underneath the couch. It was quick, I mean this guy was hauling ass.
I saw it, out of the corner of my eye, I KNOW I saw that. I've see mice run before in my life. So quick, that's what I saw. But I was under stress.
On Wednesday I bought one of those D-Con slap traps, a traditional mouse trap that has a black plastic house built around it so you don't really have to see the dead mouse or handle it, other you can see his tail sticking out of it after the certain kill.
Wednesday, I brought it home and told Unit, "We have a mouse in the house, I saw it."
Naturally she was appalled. Like we needed more stress than was already going on.
I set the trap out and nothing happened with it. After Spankie passed, I heard him stomping around in the living room, and felt the floor vibrations. He was there (NO, he wasn't).
So am I hallucinating all of it? And under stress, did I even hallucinate the mouse?
HAH! NO. This afternoon that little running sumbitch mouse was in the trap, as dead as five Food Lion flounders. Got him.
Ahhhhh. It took some days, but I wasn't crazy after all. Well, not THAT crazy at least. I was hearing things, but at least I wasn't seeing things.
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