Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!! S@*t!
If there is one thing I hate, that would be crawling animals, insects, or whatever you want to call it!
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Last night, A and I were watching Slumdog Millionaire. The door and windows of our room were left open as the summer heat was unbearable. We didn’t know this was a bad idea until a mice came running into our room and took cover somewhere in the shoe rack as Jamal Malik was about to explain the story behind the hundred dollar bill!
We tried several ways to let it out. There’s the making of a makeshift passageway (just to make sure it wouldn’t crawl under the bed where many things are stored) that leads out of the door. There’s the just-leave-the-door-open-and-hope-it-will-find-its-way-out-on-its-own way. Then there’s the use of a mineral water bottle with a cut- out bottom. We were hoping it will just stupidly go inside the plastic and then we could throw it out.
The first one didn’t work as “stuart little” was able to jump over the “fence” from the second level of the rack and went under the bed. The second one left us wondering if we could actually get some sleep. There are three reasons for this: 1) “stuart little” can crawl over us any time and that would be so gross; 2) if ever we fall asleep, we wouldn’t know if “stuart little” already left; and 3) “stuart little” could be chewing on our stuff and leave everything a mess while we are at work the next day. What about the third one? Well, “stuart little” was either smarter than we thought or just pretended it didn’t see the bottle.
So, we went back to the first option. I took out the stuff under the bed and luckily “stuart little” felt unsafe and went running back to the shoe rack. A improved the earlier passageway- made it taller. We then took turns in provoking “stuart little” to get out of its hiding place by making sounds or moving the shoes using an umbrella. We also occasionally moved the rack. Then, after it showed its face and a couple of loud shrieks from us, it finally followed the passageway straight out of the door. BANG! The door was closed and we could at last get some sleep.
Wait, no. The movie was already too engaging before the two- hour hiatus. So, yeah. We finished it.
*We slept at 3 AM. Showed up at work at 10 (work supposedly starts at 9). Oh, well. That’s 100php each down the drain. Damn you, “stuart little”!
