I fully recognize that what I'm about to tell you will make you think I'm nuts. Or crazy. Or maybe a little of both. And I also recognize that all of my lovely new readers may actually stop reading. I hope not, but I'm prepared.
The thing is, this blog has always been honest. It's my place to talk about my feelings, to be silly or serious, to write, dream and vent. And it's also a place for me to share things as they happen, and to get feedback about things I can't fully understand myself.
So it's only natural that I share this next bit of information with you, even though it's strange, and, quite possibly, impossible....
I'm being haunted by the ghost of a mouse.
Go ahead. Laugh at me. It's fine. I'd laugh at you too, if it were you telling this story. But I am speaking the truth, and it's really, no laughing matter.
During the last week, my "eyes" have been playing tricks on me. I'd think I saw something scurrying along the corner of the floor, only to find nothing but air. If I was laying down on the sofa watching TV, I'd see it under the table and when I looked full on, it would be gone.
When I opened the bathroom door, I'd see it's tail scurrying away.
I thought it was just my imagination. As you may recall, I did have a mouse (Randy, the Rat-Faced Mouse) a couple of months ago until I brought Sophie (the kitten) home. Randy long tailed it out of my kitchen, and, I thought out of my house.
When Sophie ran away, I set up a trap in the basement again, just to be safe. I didn't expect it to catch anything, because I thought the problem was solved.
Let me make a side note here by saying that I am often in my unfinished basement. At least once a week I have to go down to drain the water that's flooded in because of my faulty sump pump. I pass the trap every time, and every time, it's been empty.
Until today. I didn't notice it at first, but as the water drained, I saw it's little tail and lets moving. I thought it was still alive, and almost (almost) shit my pants. But it was just the water moving it.
It's been there for about a week. I can tell. Which makes sense. Because that's when Randy started haunting me.
What I need this little mouse to understand is:
1. I used to be employed by a mouse
2. It wasn't personal
3. I didn't want to kill him, I just wanted him to live somewhere else
4. He should haunt the man at Lowes who convinced me to buy the damn trap
So...as you can see, I have quite the dilemma. So far, my mouse ghost hasn't done anything but make me jump. But what if he starts getting mean?
Will I have to call in the Mouse Busters?