crisis...

I have a major minor crisis…
Silly little cute mouse running around my home… every time I turn my heard there he goes rushing… his high pitched ‘hehehehehehehe…’ ringing in my ears… I have to say though, we have similar taste in food, him and i… so I go into the kitchen… the apple and juice lie untouched but he’s nibbled into an entire pack of masala Maggie and through three different flavours of bru instant cappuccinos.. and I tell myself to please not look for similarities… no no no leaf, stop it!!

So I called up my grocery shop at 9pm… I sounded so desperate for help that the sweet man walked ten shops away to buy me a mouse trap and sent it home… so now armed with a mouse trap, I wonder what to do… the contraption is really quite tough to fathom… so I spent 15 mins figuring out that I can’t put my hand in and attach food to the hook… tis not possible… then I notice that the crafty mouse trap maker has made a provision for me to slide the hook out, attach food and lower it back in… so now that figured out, what food would appeal to a smug, smart little mouse in the prime of his life… a mouse carefree and careless…. A mouse that believes in the power of one!... that nothing in the world can stop him… maya didi’s cooking would have to dismissed as inappropriate… I tire of it too often… so I put her roti on the hook it crumbles to bits… so I try something a little more enticing… a cheese roti roll… carefree young leaf used to love it with lots of ketch up… so I proceed with the tiniest roti wrap ever put together with nimble little fingers… left the ketch up out.. the sight of red in the little trap would have given me nightmares… so trap all set, I leave it in my dark kitchen… hoping that if not the trap, the ghost I am convinced lives in the little corner will scare the tiny mousey… so I double and triple check the trap and go to bed cocooned in my quilt… visions of him dancing next to me on the bed dismissed as idiotic…did he party alone or did he have friends he called over… no no lets not go that way please…
First thing I do when the alarm rings is rush to see if I have caught him… what do I see!? He devoured my little cheese wrap and laughed out loud all the way back into hiding… the cheek of the little creature! And then as I’m brushing my teeth, what do I see from the corner of my eye, a little brown dot dash by and I swear I imagined that horrible high pitched laugh… and then as I get ready, he rushes by again… oh it made me so mad…
Having consulted maya didi on how to rig it better… having been laughed at in office by people who fail to see that behind my laughs is a very scared petrified individual, I will venture back tonight to confront that laugh… that stupid dashing around little brown dot…

but deep down in my heart, there’s something about his spirit that appeals to me… him, with his carefree dangerous ways, wriggling out of traps, braving the enemy, going where few venture, living on the edge, a rebel, living underground, living alone, fighting the odds, surviving in the wild… yes, we are talking about a mouse… yes, I its time for my much awaited vacation…