I can now add to my list of life experiences that I have experienced being awakened by a mouse in my hair. On my head. In my bed. In my house.
Are you still there, or have you run screaming from the room as I did?
Still here? Rabbitch (whom I immediately blamed for this) and I have decided that apparently what we get for being do-gooding trollops is rodents in the house. Like snakes on a plane, but with rodents, no reptiles.
So out-and-out war was begun, many mousetraps bought, and of course we caught nothing, so the hubster is sure that the entire episode was a figment of my imagination. I worry that I'm not going to sleep. Forever. For the rest of my life.
I'm sleep-deprived and cranky. I had a package of yarn from my "yard sale" ready to go out, and before I went to bed last night I went to the kitchen to get some Rescue Remedy, because I figure that maybe that'll help me calm down and be rational and maybe get some shut-eye. And I flip on the light, and there, at the bottom of the short stairway from the kitchen to the back door, on the package ready to be mailed, sitting cute as you please, is my little Mousie. It was hard to feel malice toward the little thing, but I honestly don't want him in my house, and I will not sugar-coat it -- I would sooner see him dead. But I watched him for the longest time. He didn't pay me no never mind at all. He was apparently trying to get up the stairs -- I imagine to the kitchen to get some grub and some water (he's no dummy) -- and he was using every means he could, including using my purse as a trapeze, to get up, but the polyurethaned wood was apparently too slippery.
I set more traps, close to where he was. I'm sorry if I sound mean and evil, but I reiterate: I do not want him in my house or on my bed or in my hair. I do not want him here or there.
So he walked over and around the traps several times while I was watching. They are the kind where the mouse has to go inside, but they are not Have-a-Heart traps. It is long established that I do NOT have a heart. And I get up this morning, and the traps are still empty. He is a wily one, that mouse, or maybe it's just that he doesn't prefer goat's cheese and almond butter.
I finished the scarf I was working on during the Red Scarf Field Trip the other day. I call it the Becky, Castava & Gale Scarf, to commemorate the day, and it's for me.
Yarn: Mountain Colors 4/8s wool in Firestorm, and Cascade 220. The solid red is Color No. 9404 and the caramel color is one I dyed myself using my Jacquard Acid Dyes in my usual very unscientific method. It's soft and warm and I love it (and I'm wearing it right now). The stitch is the twin rib, easily found by Googling.