a mouse!!

so john thought a mouse was living with him - well john - there was.

yesterday i was just minding my own business reading harry potter - when tim begins to move the couch.

"tim why are you moving the couch?"
"... um i think there is something in or behind the couch?..."
"huh, do you think it could be the mystery mouse?"
"probably. help me move the couch outside and then we are turn the couch over and see if it will come out."

the couch was then taken outside. and as i was inside getting a broom the mouse ran out - by some pots that are on the roof. i then (despite tim's warnings) go look for the mouse. the mouse (when disturbed by me) runs back into the apartment building. "oh no!!!"

"tim where is it? i am so sorry! i should have listened to you and left it alone - or at least closed the door first like you asked me to."

tim then goes looking for it and finds it in a fold up chair outside of our room. he then proceeds to take the chair outside. we close all doors to the apartment.

"tim i think you should shake the chair over the ledge of the building and try to get it out"
"(thinking to himself) if i shake it over the ledge then the mouse is going to come running out on my arm and i am going to drop the chair and it will fall the four stories to the ground and hit someone). maybe we should just scare it out - kristi - go protect the couch and make sure it doesn't run back in the couch."

i then go stand guard of the couch as tim shakes the chair - the mouse comes running out and goes into the corner of the deck/roof. the mouse then runs into a tube and we cover the entrance to the tube with a brick. we then move the chair and couch back inside. tim then goes to get a long stick to poke down the tube to try to encourage the mouse to jump (the tube is about 3 feet long, draining water from off the roof so it falls onto the street 10 (or 4) stories below (that's about 14,000 mouse stories). as tim is about to encourage the mouse to commit suicide our hindu neighbors come up to the roof to check out the action (hindus don't like killing animals, it be your late uncle). mission diverted.

after the commotion dies down and the neighbors have gone we returned to the previous mission. as i watch the other end of the tube over the ledge tim begins to put the long stick into the tube. nothing happens. and then i see his little head. and then i see his little body go down, down, down.

"kristi what is happening?"
"he jumped! but i am too afraid to look because i don't want anyone to know it was us."
"do you think he landed on anybody?"
"i think we would have heard a scream if he had."
"yeah you are probably right... should we feel guilty for killing an innocent animal? its a cruel world we live in, a cruel world."

so there ends the saga (and the life) of mr. mouse.

throughout this whole adventure i thought of vickie. and how the police may or may not have been called when a mouse was louse in their kitchen over 20 years ago.