Something happened last night that I may not recover from. Since I moved to the country I have had to toughen up in regards to bugs & creatures and the odd lost goat in our back yard. I have a trio of spider stories that would curl you hair (to be told another time). And years ago, while in bed, I had a 3 inch cockroach crawl across my face (never sleep on a mattress on the floor in Darwin). But last night's adventure really takes the cake.
At about one in the morning I felt a sort of rustling in my hair...startled I woke up and sat up to hear the scattering of tiny feet on the bedside table and then some mad scurrying across the floor. Yes, as I slept a mouse had crept into my hair!! Ahhhhh!!!!!!
Could you sleep after that? I think not. We have had a serious mouse problem for a week or two and have set traps etc. but they are not working quick enough for my liking. I'm really more of a lover than a fighter but hear this mousies..."You're pushing the friendship!!! Your days are numbered!!!!"
As I lay there for several long hours afterwards, with Daisy the dog nestled as close to my head as possible, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell that mouse was doing. Looking for food? Nesting? Oh my god. Needless to say I am feeling a little fragile this morning and it doesn't help that I have a million things to do.
It' going to be one those days I think. Just to add to the drama, after a crazy getting-ready-for-school morning, we noticed that Daisy the dog was missing. She has been running away a bit lately but this time we couldn't find her. The girls cried all the way to school. The good news is she turned up at the other primary school after following the neighbours kids there. Phew! I really need a cuppa and a good lie down now. Preferably in a mouse free zone.
Maybe a nice hot cup of tea & some quince jelly on white bread toast will sort me out. Bye for now x