The Mouse Stays in the Picture

Thursday night was fairly rough. After seeing the adorable yet terrifying mouse, I was a little uneasy. I had done a lot of reading for a law class, which was boring enough to calm me down and make me extremely drowsy. At about 1, I crawled into bed. My head was full of legal jargon and I hadn’t thought much about my new roommate.

As I was just starting to doze off, I kind of woke up with a jolt. When I first opened my eyes, it seemed like something was scurrying across my windowsill, which is about 6 inches from my face when I’m lying in bed. I sat up, looked around and convinced myself I was going insane. I closed my eyes again, but this time I HEARD something crawling on my windowsill. I jumped out of bed in time to see the 2-inch shadowy figure bolt off the ledge and onto the floor behind my bed.

I called my roommate who was in her room with the door closed. Luckily, she is completely unafraid of small rodents. (sidenote: why are animals drawn to the people that are most scared/disgusted by them? Or, do I smell like cheese? I mean, the little guy tried to jump into BED with me!) In fact, when I told my roommate we had a mouse she said, “Oh, yeah, I think I’ve seen that. I thought it was a spider.” So she went into my room, banged my trashcan on the floor and tried to get the thing to come out so she could trap it. It was futile.

“I think it crawled up into the wall,” she said, on all fours peering under my dresser, as I squealed in the living room.

I was exhausted. It was 2 a.m., I had class at 9 and I was too scared to go back into my room. I was also, inexplicably terrified of going near the couch, because the first time I saw the little guy, he was coming out from under it.

So, I did what any completely rational person would do: I grabbed a blanket and curled up in an armchair. With the lights on.

I fell asleep after squishing myself into a ball, so that I was able to use the arm rest as a pillow. Every 20 minutes I woke up because all of my limbs were asleep. I went through these 20-minute cycles until about 3:30, then I gave up. I moved over to the couch. And by couch, I mean loveseat, because it’s about 10 inches shorter than I am. By the time I woke up on Friday morning, I was stiff and cranky. I had law class at 9, featuring the Socratic method and so I did something that I haven’t done since I was a first year in college. I skipped class.

I figured that mice must be nocturnal, plus daylight had brought out the rationality in me, so I crawled into my bed at 8:30 and slept until 11. It was the best nap of my life.















awww....hey there little guy.