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Miss Thomas and toasters / 06.05.08, 10:35 AM
You will not believe all the crazy stuff that’s been happening here in the past 24 hours. But you’ve just got to believe me! Let me tell you the story…..
So last night, my roommate Anna and me were talking about this book we’re reading for curriculum. It’s called “Freedom of Simplicity” by Richard Foster. It’s an awesome book so far, and has totally jarred my way of thinking in little ways. Well, anyway, we’re talking, having this deep discussion about simplicity in America, as Anna leans up against the counter. As I’m looking at her, I saw a big shadow scurry behind her, on our kitchen countertop. I screamed a blood curdling scream, which made Anna do the same thing. We jumped back from our counter, and looked, because suddenly, the black shadow was gone.
Where’d it go? Then suddenly, a little mouse popped it’s head out from behind our toaster, and took it upon himself to crawl inside.
In a panic, we took the toaster outside. We stood outside for 20 minutes, waiting for the mouse to come out on its own. 20 minutes went by. No mouse. Plan B was for Anna to shake the toaster upside down, while I beat the side of it with a flashlight, hoping it would scare the mouse into jumping out. No mouse came out. I was getting convinced that the mouse had entered the toaster, and exited into the Chronicles of Mouse Narnia, but it was no where to be seen, and I definitely hadn’t seen it leave the toaster. Well, Anna raced back upstairs, got a screwdriver, and in a determined stance, attacked the toaster like a heart surgeon does a bypass. As she came back downstairs, she slammed the door.
“Anna?” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Do you have keys?”
“Oh, uh.. no”
Now, it was 9:30 at night, right outside of our house, and we were locked out, no other roommates home, locked outside with my roommate and a mouse in a toaster. Not exactly how I spend my typical Tuesday nights. As I got our amazing landlord, Rafy, she helped us get back in to our apartment, but wouldn’t let us release the toaster mouse, til she was safe back in her apartment. Rafy hates mice, it was a selfless act for her to just walk past the toaster for us.
As we went back upstairs, after releasing the toaster mouse into the wild of the concrete jungle, we found out later that night, that this little guy was one of many. I went to bed that night, hearing various squeaking sounds from the kitchen that left me feeling abnormally possessive of our food….
Thus leads me to our sixth roommate (other than Bernie Clause that is); Miss Thomas. Pastor Victor from our church, was gracious enough to let us borrow his cat for a couple weeks, so she can uh… how do I say this gently….decrease our mice population. We brought home Miss Thomas tonight, and let me tell you, she was pretty salty. I love having a cat here though, it makes me feel like I’m back at home with my 5 cats. :-) yes, I’m the old cat lady incarnate. I’m excited for my parents to visit in a couple days with all this added excitement going on. I’m already starting to get attached to Miss Thomas. I don’t want to give her back, and it’s only been an 1 hour since we’ve had her… my team captain, Joanna, keeps reminding me she’s leaving after the mice are gone… sigh It’s good while it last!…
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oh jessie. i totally understand. the one and only(?) mouse we have seen has been in Lindsey’s and my bedroom… and he likes chocolate. lol i have had my own traumatic experience with a mouse in a toaster, except it didn’t end as peacefully as yours did…. yep, imagine the worst. :)
By Sarah / Jun 5, 03:20 PM / #
:D
i’m jealous that you get a cat! even if it’s just temporary. thankfully val & i are pest-free, although we did have ants last week (quickly taken care of with strategically-placed ant traps).
By sara / Jun 8, 10:51 PM / #