Jeez, what a day it has been. The day really started nearnoon. My mom came home from something and I mentioned to her about the sightings of mice pellets.
You see, there had been a mystery as to what happened to two pairs of pants she had hanging up to dry. Holes had been ripped out of a leg from each. She thought of the dogs, but that was impossible. She blamed the cats, but I doubted. So, Friday, when I was sweeping, I though, okay, that has to be it. Mice were chewing out pieces to make a nest.
So, today, I showed her where I found said pellets. Well, she looks up and there is a huge rat resting up on the drape holder.She could not really tell if it was a rat, or not since it was curled up into a ball. In any case, she was screaming and carrying on. She clutched to me and apparently I was laughing at her reaction.
The apparently comes along because I donâ€™t remember laughing. My brother says otherwise. You see, her screaming and my laughing woke him up. So, my mom hopes heâ€™ll do something about it, because my suggestion of me taking a broom to it did not meet her fancy.
We shooed her outside and went after it. It ran down the wall and we chased it. My mom constantly opened the door and asked if we got it and we kept screaming at her, â€œnoâ€. Jeez, youâ€™d think she would realize that if we got it, weâ€™d come tell her. Bleh.
It went under my momâ€™s treadmill, the couch, the hutch and eventually ran to the end hallway where my brother and my rooms are. We hoped it was cornered. No. It went under my door. I cannot say I was too happy.
We searched all over the room and at one point I heard it near my small fridge. We looked. No rat. So, eventually we give up. My brother and I check the bathroom and closet near my room, no sign of it. He meanders off. I start straightening up my room, hoping my movement would spook it. I put furniture back into places and junk.
My cat kept going back to my room, showing curiosity. Yeah, we have cats, but they are so domesticated, they do not seem to know what to do about a rodent other than question what it is. Eventually he kept looking under my bed, so I took a flashlight and checked. I saw nothing even after cleaning stuff out from under it. Then my brother spoke up. I guess my cat caught sight of it. It ran out of my room as did my cat.
We lost it after that. My cat chased it, but they split at a corner, so he lost tail of it. I figure, hey, it is out of my room, so Iâ€™m all good. Iâ€™m keeping a chair throw at the bottom of the door to block entry of anything.
After that, the three of us went out to eat. I had a headache and my chest was hurting from all the crap from this â€œmorning.â€ It carried on after when my mom and I went to get my groceries. We also got her a mop bucket on wheels that had a wringer to it. She owes me about forty bucks worth of cleaning supplies since she brought the wrong checkbook.
Anyway, we came back home and did some other things. I still feel like crap and my head still hurts. I will likely lie down after posting this. My mom just now went to church and when she gets back she intends to take me to Belks for some shorts since it is getting really warm out now.
(Did this around four to six this morning…)
LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE
Birthday: A day in December.
Current Location: Internet.
Eye Color: Brown.
Hair Color: Black.
Righty or Lefty: Left.
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius.
LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your fears: Screwing myself over royally.
Your perfect pizza: Thin crust, cheese.
Goal for future: I am not ambitious.
Your thoughts first waking up: “Is it night or morning?”
Your best physical feature: Hands.
Your bedtime: When able to.
Your most missed memory: No idea.
Pepsi or Coke: Diet coke.
McDonald’s or Burger King: Wendy’s.
Single or group dates: No date.
Adidas or Nike: No tennis shoes.
Lipton tea or Nestea: Water.
Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla.
Cappuccino or coffee: Just no.
LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?
Lie: Everyone does some point.
Take a shower: Every day.
Believe in yourself: Uh… doubt it.
LAYER SIX: EVER?
Been on stage: Yeah.
Gone skating: Took to it like a duck on water.
Dyed your hair: Highlighted it once.
LAYER SEVEN: RANDOM
Gotten beaten up: Emotionally.
Changed who you were to fit in: ‘Would not know how to.
LAYER EIGHT: AGE
Are you old: Depends.
What did you do for your last birthday: I lack memory.
LAYER NINE: IN A BOY OR GIRL
Best eye color: Hazel or brown.
Best hair color: Brown or black.
Clothing style: ‘Lack knowledge of fashion.
LAYER TEN: WHAT WERE YOU DOING
1 minute ago: Finished eating.
1 hour ago: Passed out.
1 year ago: Probably passed out from moving here.
LAYER ELEVEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE
I love: …
I feel: not too great.
I hide: mentally.
I miss: little.
I want: …
I need: to brush my teeth.