Tuesday, December 4, 2007

evidence

The invisible makes itself known to my husband first.

He wakes up and makes coffee before work 3am Mon-Fri. The house is dark on his first venture out to the kitchen because most of his morning routine takes place in the bathroom. Just a quick walk to the stove to start the water for coffee in a house that he knows by heart. He rounds the corner and movement catches his eye. His breathing stops, his body still... all that he can hear is the banging of his heart. He remains stationary until he believes that he was just imagining things but the doubt still remains. He slowly makes his way to the teapot. One foot in front of the other, his eyes are wide open and his adrenaline pumping. He reaches out to turn on the burner and he quickly leaps to safety.

The next day, the invisible reveals itself to my boys.

Little O and I go and pick up Mr.P around noon from half day kindergarten. Once we're home, I fix them lunch and then they goof around until naptime. This day was just like any other, we followed out routine as usual. After lunch they were playing with some action figures along with my to-be-recycled pile near the back door. Batman (Mr.P) would occasionally yelp at Spiderman (Little O) and a fight would ensue. The shark would hide in a Cheerios box and scare both of the superheroes, to which they would retaliate. Asteroids (legos) would shoot down from the sky and blow up the world.
I sat, checking my emails, at the computer when suddenly I heard them both screaming and running towards my room. This was not a Batman or Spiderman scream... it was a couple of high pitched squeals that tend to induce fear into those that can hear them. I turned my head to see what they were running from. They slammed the door and ran to my side. They too had seen the unthinkable.

Then, my little brother was next.

We sat on the couch, chatting about no-no topics (religion and politics) as usual. Our talks always grow circular and move quickly, following tangents and sudden brain storms. We spoke of Iran, nuclear weapons, Carter, fair elections, Somalia, Sudan, Ethiopia, the term WWJD (what would Jesus do) vs. WWJWUTD (what would Jesus want us to do), is morality possible in government, Islam the religion vs. Islamic control, and corruption. I was passionately giving my opinion on Aidid Jr when my little brother took in a huge breath. He placed his hand on my shoulder, signaling for me to stop my tirade. I congratulated myself on making a good point (what a reaction!) before noticing that he was looking behind me. Slowly, I turned my head. My little brother stood up and slowly backed away from where he was looking. Too stunned to say anything, I searched for what he had seen. Again, I saw nothing.

I think that this invisible thing understands that I would snap it's body in half if I ever saw it. It knows better. It knows that I have no compassion when it comes to invading my home and causing terror. It knows that I am out for blood. To the death.
And so it hides from me.

But I will find it! I promise you that. I will find it and I will conquer it. Little mouse, prepare to die.

13 comments:

southerngirlmusings said...

Poor little mouse....I feel ya though as I snap anything in half that tries to live in here rent free. :)

Stephanie said...

You are SOOOO funny!!

Anonymous said...

Kill it!!!!I mean it, kill that nasty little mouse!!!!!I can't even come for coffee...ever...if that mouse breaths....KILL IT!!!!!

Anonymous said...

That last comment was me, Tab. Not sure why it came up anonymous....

Dancer said...

Down with rodents!

Dawne said...

I used to have compassion for the little guys. I bought glue traps. The problem withe that is then you have to unstick the mouse. Snap traps from now on.
I guess Kahuna isn't much of a hunter in the house, huh?

Rebekah said...

LOL, that was good. Several years ago I briefly lived in a rat hole... and I do mean "RAT" hole. Shudder!

Chantel said...

oh mercy! i just had flash backs of when we opened our van (parked outside) and there was a RAT. it took us 2 weeks to find it and kill it. freaky. i swear there was a million pieces of poop in my van. he chewed through the battery wire and invaded our van! good luck.

Anonymous said...

That great big guy afraid of a little ole mouse??? What happened to the big bad hunter?
Gigi

mountain-quiltist said...

raquel...hit me up! just want to drop you a quick note, but no email addy.

Euphoria said...

catch that sucker!!! Get 'em!

Aly Cat 121 said...

ohh if it's one thing I can't stand, THAT'S IT - rodents. *shudders* I have had traumatizing incidents surrounding mice when I was younger. *sniff* Chil' I'd have to pack the kids up and leave.

Jeromy said...

OK, so we went to get our Christmas lights out for our house today and they came out in strips of little pieces. Your buddy came to visit us and ruined our Christmas. Bummer they weren't plugged in...