Squeaky Things

Categories: general

Date: 22 August 2006 09:27:32

A couple of nights ago, I was sat up on my bed at about 12.30 doing something on the internet before going to bed. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something dark move quickly across the carpet. I shrugged it off, assuming it was a spider. But it wasn't long before I noticed this movement continued and at a closer look I realised it was a mouse. Argh! Was my spontaneous reaction. I watched it run around my room for a minute or so, before I jumped off my bed and ran into my parents room. My Dad stumbled out of bed, picked up a walking pole (!!!) and went off in search of the beasty. On my way out, I had purposely left my bedroom door open, so when we couldn't find it, we naturally assumed that it had run away. Due to problems in the past with mice, we have 'squeaky things' downstairs which are plugged into a socket and let out a high pitched sound which, apparently, mice don't like. So they don't go near it. Before going to bed the other night I plugged one of these in outside my room in the hope that it would deter any other visitors in the night.

This was all very well, but last night at 3am I was woken up with a rattling sound amongst my stuff in my room. As I gradually woke up, I realised that this was the same culprit as the previous night. As my parents were going away this morning first thing, and had to be up at 5am I hesitated before waking up my dad again. I left my room with the door open and went downstairs for a glass of water. I think I was hoping that it would find its way out, but downstairs in the kitchen I could clearing hear it running around above me. So I went and woke up my Dad again (sorry dad), who stumbled out of bed again and picked up a metal pole (the hiking pole was now packed for going away, and I think the pole was part of our old shower rail). He went into my room and heard it run behind my chest of drawers and then no amount of searching in my room could find it. We did realise though that because the 'squeaky thing' was outside my room, then it probably didn't want to leave. It probably hadn't left since the night before. We then moved the 'squeaky thing' into my room, in the hope that it would then leave. But it didn't. I went back to bed, but didn't sleep and certainly didn't hear it again. Since then I've left the 'squeaky thing' on and my door open. And hoping.

I don't want to harm it, but I just don't want it in my bedroom. And now I don't know if its there or not. Just the idea of it sends shivers down my spine. I'm fine with spiders, insects, bugs, anything. But my mum has always screamed everytime she saw a mouse in our house, and so I think I learnt this fear from her. And the worse thing is that my parents are away for a week now. So if it happens again tonight I can't wake up my dad. I think I might sleep on the sofa. Thankfully I'm going to Greenbelt on Friday - I'll be so glad to only share my sleeping area with a few spiders and bugs (oh yeah, and Sarah).