My House Guest

The first time I saw my tiny house guest was when I was coming out of the bathroom. The guest, probably thinking it was all alone, decided to flagrantly attack my trash can for left overs (too bad for him there is no such thing in my house!). Hearing the creaking sound of my bathroom door, it scuttled out of the trash can with amazing speed and hid behind the fridge. I only caught a glimpse of its small dark body but I could tell (with a chill running down my spine) that this was not of the 6-legged variety but was of the vermin family.

I soooo wish it was a cockroach. Some might think me crazy but I am a bona-fide, expert cockroach killer. Whether they’re flying or crawling, they are sitting ducks to my torpedo-slipper.

Now, a tiny mouse is totally another matter. I hate it with a passion but I'm also deathly afraid of it. The past two days saw us playing an uneasy game of hide-and-seek. Me sneaking around and looking right and left, afraid I might encounter it while crossing my kitchen…and, I’m sure, it is huddled in some dark corner, making sure not to make a sound and nervously chewing on its tail, scared of being caught.

Is there any other situation as stupid as this?!

Or maybe I should ask, “Who has more reason to be afraid?”

1. Me, who has every right to be in this house since I pay rent.
2. Me, who is gazillions times bigger than this vermin.
3. Me, who’s brain (and therefore IQ) is much more superior than this half-witted vermin who, after two days, hasn’t gotten the drift that there is NO FOOD in this house he can get his dirty paws on.
4. Mouse, who knows that house owner is a giant compared to him.
5. Mouse, who has no weapons to protect itself.
6. Mouse, who obviously has not contributed to the payment of rent or utilities.

If only common sense can cast out fear...