I woke up at 5am this morning to the sound of something scratching away at the wooden flooring in my room. It seems I have a little visitor that is scaring the living daylights out of me. We have a little mouse in our house that is intent on scaring me. I keep seeing it everywhere and everytime I yell and scream for someone and they come running ready for battle it disappears.
Last week Wednesday just before I got into bed I heard it on the side of my cupboard and screamed for my brother M to come and catch it. It was hysterical watching him trying in vain to catch the little rodent. After that I have been seeing it all over but never in time to let it get caught. Not by me oh no. The first thing I do when I see it is jump up onto something away from the floor and scream blue murder. So this morning Stuart Little (that's my new name for it, although our Stuart isn't half as cute as the real one) decided to pay me a visit again. In my sleepy terrified state I just leapt off my bed and crept into my mum's room and into her bed. She had such a shock and thought it was time to get up.
I made M look for it this morning but it wasnt there anymore. It appears that this wretched little thing is intent on scaring me to death. The situation in our home right now ever since Stuart Little decided that he wants to be the 5th addition to our family is similar to that of the movie Mousehunt. It's hilarious how everytime Stuart decides to pop his little head my brothers come running only to see it disappearing somewhere where we can't find him. Oh and Stuart is one persistent little rodent. He really wants to be a part of House No 2 and cleverly dodges the traps we keep setting for him.
Frustrating and Hilarious all at the same time.....