The Great Mouse Hunt

"mice? you're afraid of teeny tiny little mice? hahahaha!"

It wasn't till later that night when that comment came back to bite me!

Of late, i have found it of great difficulty to get to sleep. My internal clock has decided that 2 in the morning is a good sleeping time for me, even if i have an 8am class the next morning. So imagine my great accomplishment when i find myself falling asleep just after 12... A great improvment.

My bliss did not last long however, as my half conscious state became more conscious of a noise. Not just any noise, but a distinct scratching - from the corner of my room. Now anyone who has experienced the fright of hearing a critter scratching around in your room will know fully well that you are now no longer half asleep - But Wide awake...

Frozen in bed, listening for the sound again (just in case it was in fact my imagination), i ran through several possibilities in my head: maybe it was coming from upstairs - they have been having mice trouble upstairs; maybe it was coming from outside - a squirrel?.

But then my fears were confirmed: not my imagination and defiantly not upstairs or outside...

Heart pounding, i sit up as quietly as i can and reach for the light switch - i want to catch the critter in action! I flick on the light while staring in the direction of where the scratching came from and there in the corner was, nothing.

But i was not fooled, i knew it was probably hiding behind the trash can.

It was then that all the bravery i had had earlier dissipated - too scared to climb down from my bed, i reached for my slipper and sent it hultling towards the trashcan.

It worked! The little disturber bolted from behind the trashcan - i skwealed like a little girl - and watched as it ran under my bed. I did not see if it retreated out the door or not, and i knew i would not sleep at all if i didn't check every nook and cranny of the room to make sure it was gone.

So like the coward i turned out to be, I reached for my rain boots - i couldn't go mouse hunting with bare feet!!

After checking the whole room - and being scared of putting my face near the ground, i decided that the mouse must have found an escape route out the room...

As much as i tried to sleep that night - i couldn't. I kept lying awake - waiting. Every little sound, my heart raced. It was truly pathetic.

The next day i lay down countless glue traps, but i hope the mouse doesn't come back cos, having to deal with a mouse stuck to glue - EEEeeewwwwww

Pilot

Why is it that all the first episodes of tv shows are titled Pilot? It is this phenomenon that has caused me to call my very first blog by this name.

I do not pretend to be a good writer - infact, my writing skills are below the levels of normality - i think its because i tend to go off topic and my spelling, well lets not go there (i blame spell check)

But that said, i still have things to say - however important or unimportant they are. i just hope by the end you, the reader, will have understood what i have said and thought 'What?"....

Moving on...

So today, with nothing better to do, i decided to go to a movie. And what movie did i decided on seeing? well - New Moon ofcourse!

Whilst watching the movie, it became apparent how pethetic people can be. The movie was constantly filled with giggles and oogeling, not to mention frustration at the on-screen characters for not doing what they wanted. Have you ever had that feeling inside of you where you want to turn to the person behind you doing all this and try and shake them back to reality? it took a great amount of strength not to turn to the people next to me and tell them to get a life.

The fact that people obsess over fictional characters and movies in kind o disturbing. Hear of that girl who had a fit and had to be taken to hospital cos her Edward Cullen poster ripped... Wow - i mean really?!?!

But why do people do this? Are their lives so bad they need to immerse themselves in fictional worlds? or are the just plain psycho? Hmmm... you tell me