First, there was the frog that tried to kill me. Then, when it failed, falling leaves and walnuts tried to do me in. And now, Mother Nature has made another attempt on my life.
It seems I’m just not one with the universe these days. My karma or chi or something else I don’t understand must be off.
I struggle to tell you this story because it’s so upsetting. It’s haunted my dreams since it happened, but I’ll push on with the hope that it might help someone else.
Here goes nothing ...
There was a mouse in my house.
Whew. There, I said it.
It was just after midnight and I was reading in my comfy, overstuffed chair in the living room. I heard something in the kitchen. It sounded like someone was trying to open a bag of potato chips I left on the counter from the staff party I hosted earlier that evening.
I grabbed my phone with sweaty hands before I started to walk toward the kitchen to investigate. I was nervous because there was no mistaking the fact that the bag of chips was being moved. The question was, by who? The thought of “by what” never crossed my mind.
I should have known it was a what because why would someone break into my house just to eat some potato chips? Plain potato chips at that. And generic brand to boot.
I get to the kitchen and careen my neck around the fridge to see what was going on. I didn’t hear anything, so I reached for the light switch to my left.
That’s when it happened.
I saw a small, shadowy figure dart from behind the microwave, race across the sink, dodge the dish drainer and barrel across the stove before disappearing behind it. I disappeared into the living room, running and screaming the entire way, and making a leap for the couch.