Pitter Patter and the end of my Writer's Block

So I haven't been blogging for quiet a while. Bit of a writers block there. Also the fact that I spend about 14 hours a day on the computer makes me not even want to come near one during the weekend.

However, something happened about an hour ago which not only broke my writer's block, hell it blew it up like it was rigged with charges.

I was on my bed, reading (Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series for all you have- to- know nosy prats!!) when I suddenly heard a sound in the room. Now considering my bedroom is bang next to a bus depot and when I say bang next I really mean it (my window is about 4 feet from the boundary of the depot) so I am used to the noise. But then at 2 AM local time its dead quiet and I know a sound which does not belong in my room when I hear it. It was a sort of a scratchy sound very faint. But it had my attention . Now I was listening for it but then it was not to be heard, so I put it down to the cat who invades my house to get to the garbage. Scarcely had I finished a couple of sentences then I heard it again. Again I stopped to listen and see if I could locate where it was coming from but all I heard was silence. So I went back to my book and lo behold... 2 sentences and the sound again. Its almost as if the sound could see me and was doing it just to annoy the crap out of me.Now I was really getting irritated since I really wanted to know what happened next but this sound wanted to play. So being the terribly clever person that I am I devised a plan. And a cunninger plan there was never devised. It was so cunning that it needed a whole new degree of cunning. Wait for it ! Wait for it!

So my plan was that I am going to PRETEND to read , all the while listening to for the bloody sound. Clever huh!? Utterly and totally diabolical you must admit. And the sound fell into my trap!!! A couple of minutes into my pretend read I heard it and like a bat triangulated the source to be coming from behind this picture I have on the floor (I haven't gotten around to putting it up, because am considering having it re-framed). So staying in my utterly devious and cunning mode, I creeped off my bed and and crawled on my knees and took a peek. And I saw..............

A mouse!!!!!!!! about 4 inches long . Sort of the brown that's called...well.... Mousy. Now here we were, looking at each other .... me on my knees and it is on its.... paws. Both of us looking at each other like 2 Gunfighters who are about to go at it. So I take a step (or in this case, knee) forward and the little bugger goes back.... and that I do not want. If he got in to my closet, I would have to go in there to look for him and I do not need my clothes to be bit through.

So I altered my angle of attack, and decided to flush him forward and towards the door. So I went around again, over my bed and behind him. But the little blighter was already looking in my direction. But since now I have the advantage of my angle of attack... I went towards the frame... and he was off.... straight through the door and into my living room with me hard on his heels. And straight into the couch!!!%^#$$%#$^%&% . I had turned the lights out when I went to bed and in my single minded pursuit of the midget monster walked straight into my couch and dinged myself on the shin.

Now it was getting out of hand! He was using my own furniture against me and this had to stop. After all it is my bloody house !!!!I didn't invite him in or anything. So I decided to give him the option to realise the precariousness of his position and make an honorable exit, through the window I and just opened. But being the nasty evil minded bugger that he was, he bolted into my kitchen.

This meant war!!!! I DO NOT LIKE FURRY DISEASE RIDDEN RODENTS IN MY KITCHEN!!! BANZAI!!

So I chased him around in the kitchen and he decided to take refuge under the sink now. Gotcha you little nasty bugger!!! Armed with a broom and a plastic bag, I did Lion taming act except that this "Lion" was 4 inches long. But make no mistake, he was just as dangerous.

So I am trying to force him into the bag but the crafty lil bugger jumps over the mouth of the bag...onto my hand and off he is into the living room again. Gaaaahhhhh!!! This has to end! It he or I in this house now.

So I finally corner him and get him into the bag. And kick him out of the house. Job well done. Handshakes and Buns all around

To all the rodents out there.... There be a man in this house.


P.S. - No animals were hurt during the above events at any point of time bar your true self.