It started back when I was just 13 years old. I remember it all too well........
It was the middle of July and Vacation Bible School week at our church. I remember this well because the entire week was bad from start to finish. I was too old to be in a "class" during VBS but my parents weren't about to let me just stay home or do something else. So I was enlisted to help one of the teachers. My first VBS teaching experience. I still have nightmares about the theme that year. It had something to do with outer space and astronauts and I remember being cooped up in a tiny room that had walls covered in black paper with plastic glow in the dark stars and black lights going. That's bad enough...add in 15 - 20 wiggling, sweaty, stinky children. HORROR!!!
All within that week, a pet died, the air conditioning in our house went out...and the "Squirrel Incident" all occurred. It is a week that shall go down in family history.
One evening after VBS, I had stayed up late reading. I probably didn't turn lights off until after 1 or 2 in the morning. Next thing I know, I am awakened feeling something on my forehead. My hand automatically reaches up and touches it..feeling something soft...unusual...I remember rubbing my forehead and then hearing a ::thud:: as "it" hit the floor. I was AWAKE then and knew something alive had been on me. I got up and went running to my parents room waking them up. My mom got out of bed and lectured me on reading scary books too close to bed & accused me of having a nightmare.
She saw it...scurrying across the hall floor behind me...she yelped...I jumped and all the commotion woke my dad up. It was alive...it was real...it was moving...and it looked something like this:
Every light in the house switched on as we chased this little fierce creature through the living room into the kitchen. I was armed with my baseball bat...my mom with the broom...and my dad...still not quite awake...with a BB gun. It ran under the stove...and after a few BB's, moving the stove out from the wall and most likely even one of us perhaps ::ahem:: stomping on it...the squirrel was deceased, in the dust pan and making it's way out into the weeds behind the house.
Sometimes I wonder if that squirrels little squirrel friends got together and planned revenge on me....I can picture them sitting down to talk it out. Sharing a squirrel pizza, papers spread out on the table..heads together mapping out the plan. "Revenge on Katie for Killing our Buddy".
Ever since then...I have a rodent following...every workplace I have ever been at...somehow...mysteriously...mice or even at one place rats have shown up. I've had boxes of paperwork chewed up...used as mouse toilet paper...I've found dead mice...and even live mice still attached to traps at many a workplace through the years...
But in the last year or two it's as if they have stepped up the attack. I work in a large warehouse type building. It's been known to have a few mice here and there in the winter. Always be careful what you leave out that might be edible, I was told. Okay...no problem. Not even a month after I started working here, I left an airhead candy in my top desk drawer. Didn't think about it until a few days later when I opened the drawer to get a stamp and there it was. Wrapper chewed up and candy almost completely gone. The mouse that did that - I guarantee had a tummy ache after - but he knew...oh yes...that mouse knew....Airheads are my favorite. Hit me where it HURTS.
Last winter, I pulled my vacuum out of the corner and was pushing it toward my living room when suddenly I hear a funny noise and out shoots a mouse. The vacuum never worked the same again. In fact, I had to buy a brand new one the following week. The mouse broke my vacuum. "revenge".
Over the last few weeks at work, I keep arriving to find little "mice poopy" on my desk. Not in it...not around it...but almost always in the exact same spot on the top of my desk. As if they are laughing and saying, "got you again!".
But this week, I have been surprised in my home by yet another little mouse. I set out 4 traps. Different kinds throughout the areas I had seen him. This mouse is smart. Very smart. Got the bait/food...left the trap. No harm done. And every night, as I lay in bed, I can hear the "click click" and little squeaky noises as he runs back and forth in my bedroom, bathroom and kitchen...just looking for something of mine to destroy or mark.
Word to the wise: Don't kill a squirrel. They will send their cousins, brothers, sisters and friends back to haunt you. Forever.
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I think I need to watch my back. What do you think?