did you hear that noise?
mmmmm. . .no. . .I'm asleep
you can't be asleep you're talking
I'm trying to be asleep
but did you hear that noise
(cue loud scrabbling sound coming from inside the wall)
do you hear it now?
(mumbled from under the covers)
but it sounds very large and I don't want to know what it is
Ted spends 10 minutes standing in the freezing cold bedroom (TMI to say sans Dickensian nightshirt) with his ear pressed to the wall before declaring we have a mouse who's travelled up the drainpipe, across the front porch, climbed the creeper to the windowledge, shinned up the casement to the gutter and found the gap where the lead seam on the roof doesn't quite meet the slates, snuck in through the gap and dropped down through the roof void to the beam by the side of the bed where he's scampering about making a nest before he invites his lady friend back for a cheese tasting or whatever it is mice do.
Now even at 1.30 in the morning, half asleep, hiding under the covers clutching my hot water bottle for defence against invaders, it occured to me that if my husband can work all that out by simply standing naked listening to a wall, why can't he find a pair of socks, neatly paired and folded in his underwear drawer?
But then I guess thats why I love him so much!
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