The second kill…
The little creature stuck his nose out from a narrow slot in the grate of the electric fireplace and taunted me as if to say, ‘You may see me, but you can’t catch me!’ I think word had spread among the rodent community that the Great Black Cairn Huntress had made a kill, and, all were on high alert.
I stood guard over that fireplace for hours, but to no avail. Although I heard scurrying back and forth and saw the little rodent’s tail whip out of the grate now and then, he was too quick for even me. <sigh> Nonetheless, I kept watch, protecting mom from the evils of the deadly Haunta Virus that could be looming should she get bitten by the creature. The owners of the beautiful home where we stayed came to visit, and the master of the house said there was a simple solution to the problem. ‘Just flip the switch and burn the beast!’ Mom is vegetarian, so the thought of roasted rodent filling the room turned her stomach. UGH! Me…I was all for it! Mouse meat on a stick sounded delightful! Before we went to bed that night, mom had a glass of
The owners of the beautiful home where we stayed came to visit, and the master of the house said there was a simple solution to the problem. ‘Just flip the switch and burn the beast!’ Mom is vegetarian, so the thought of roasted rodent filling the room turned her stomach. UGH! Me…I was all for it! Mouse meat on a stick sounded delightful! Before we went to bed that night, mom had a glass of wine and watched a scary movie. I noticed she was drifting off to sleep on the couch, and I was dozing in front of the fireplace, still maintaining my position of guard. It was well after midnight before we both gave in and settled into bed.
At 4:00 in the morning all hell broke loose! I was bouncing around on the bed like a toddler on a trampoline! Mom was yelling profanities at me! She threw the covers back and jumped out of bed thinking I was after the mouse. She turned on the lights, and started racing around the room like a monkey on crack, screaming, ‘Where is it, where is it?’ Of course, she found nothing. When the chaos ended, we both went back to bed and fell into a deep sleep.
In the morning, I proudly pointed out my successful second kill. I jumped off the bed, directed mom to the floor in front of the nightstand and stood in front of the dead fly that had been pestering me during the night. Am I good, or what? Mom rolled her eyes, gave me a couple of pats on the head, said a few good girls, grabbed a tissue and disposed of the carcass. She shuffled into the kitchen to make coffee, grumbling words I couldn’t decipher. On that note, I’m in need of a nap. Call me when dinner is served.”
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