Darwin’s- or rather my- first kill
A couple of days ago we noticed a tiny furry creature inhabiting a corner of our kitchen. We decided setting any kind of traps may lead to an unfortunate incident with the other, slightly larger furry critter in our house. Now, it really should come as no surprise that I am kind of a sissy when it comes to killing things; unwanted or not. I think the majority of creatures with fur and tiny ears are kind of cute….
Anyway, lately, Darwin had developed a special fascination with our pot cupboard. It has 2 sliding doors that don’t quite match, and if left ajar enough, are just big enough for a ginger cat to slip through. When I came home from work today he was especially fixated with the cupboard. I didn’t really think a whole lot of it, until I kept hearing him repeatedly attacking the cupboard door trying to get in. Initially, I let him in the cupboard to see if his curiosity would be sated, but the clanging if him on the pots and pans was a bit much. He seemed pretty intent on one corner in particular, but he also thinks another cat lives in our bedroom, right where the mirror is….
All night he was at the cupboard, jumping at it, meowing (more than usual) and staring deep into its depths. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and set out to investigate. I started pulling out pots and then…. There is was…. A tiny brownish grey mouse with little tiny ears and beady eyes.
Holy shit I said. The cat meowed in eager agreement.
Now, it just so happens that I was alone and left to my own devices, the man friend was away at a bachelor party.
Be cool I thought. You can handle this.
I pulled the remainder of the contents of the cupboard out and had the poor little guy cornered, until he turned around and made a break for the kitchen, nearly over my bare feet and then scurried under a clutter of pots.
Holy shit I said again. Only this time, I think I may have added a few more adjectives in there.
I picked up an empty yogurt container (aka ghetto tupperware) and decided to trap the furry offender underneath.
Mission accomplished!
…Now what….
I did the only thing I knew. I called in the big guns. I called Kate.
After much laughter on both of our parts, I donned some sneakers, and some big yellow rubber gloves and managed to trap the poor little guy in the container.
I then took him downstairs and released him with attitude into the street, as directed…… I sure hope he made it to somebody else’s house…….
Needless to say, I came back inside and immediately poured myself a big glass of wine.
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