MEISHKE!!!

Mieshke?  Meeshke?  Mishke.  Meesh-keh.  I don't know.  But it's Bulgarian for MOUSE!  In my CEILING! Crashing around and squeaking!  Tripping on stuff!  AAAAAH!  I didn't sleep well last night, and when I did, I dreamt about catching the mouse.  It's really a LOUD little rascal!  It always sounds a bit like it's going to fall through the ceiling or gnaw its way out and attack me in my bed.  My biggest fear is getting it in my mouth somehow.  But that's not especially LIKELY, I suppose. Getting it caught in my hair would be pretty rotten as well.  Why can't it just stay in its natural habitat?  What, am I leaving food out or something?  

Anyway, it only comes in at night.  And the scurrying and crashing just began.  I might need to get ear plugs or something.  And I keep thinking, 'Please, PLEASE don't die in there and stink up my apartment!!!'  That is the WORST.

Okay, oh my goodness, oh my goodness, this is bizarre and terrifying, but AS I'M WRITING THIS, the mouse has found a way right into my actual apartment.  I can hear him scurrying on my floors and squeaking up a storm!  AAAAH!  I have no mouse traps here!  What do I do?  Alexandra, are you reading this?!?!?!??!!?  I know it's a tiny mouse.  I know I'm a human.  YES, I KNOW, I KNOW!  Nevertheless, I'm terrified!!!  I still have to go in the bathroom and brush my teeth!  (The mouse is probably in there dumping on my toothbrush as I type this)

I also need to finish my composition at the keyboard.  What did I do with my full coat of armor and my fishing overall boot things?  I wish I could put both on to go in there and have my feet on the ground (as you may have guessed, the moment I heard the mouse in the apartment I leapt up onto my bed)!  

Okay... I'd better go... do something... or maybe sleep in my clothes without brushing my teeth or washing my face or turning any lights off just so I can STAY UP HERE ON MY BED!  But for all I know, it's not even safe up here - the mouse could easily climb up my comforter... it's really long!  Or it could shimmy up the bed frame.  Remember the acrobatics those mice displayed at our apartment on Bay St., guys?  That was impressive.  HORRIFYING.  But impressive.  Sliding down microwave cords, leaping over packs of spaghetti...

Ooo, and remember that squashed bird we found mummified in the back of our fridge?  Those were the DAYS.  Claire, Jess, Alexandra, Jenn, Laura... I miss living with all of you... of course, especially Claire, who I've lived with the longest.  We even had a "home" in the forest behind Cov. Life by 2nd line!  I think a deck of cards and an umbrella of mine may still be there by our mascot.  Well, I'm sure the deck of cards has decomposed by now.  And I'm sure some rascally mouse has swiped my umbrella.  And the mascot... hmm.  The mascot probably misses us, Claire!

I'm obviously procrastinating getting off this bed and doing what I need to do.  AAAAAH!  I'm buying mouse traps tomorrow, and hopefully I won't set them off on my own feet.  I stepped in one the first day of grade 9, eh?  The older kids put mouse traps out for the niners.  Now THAT was humiliating and kind of shocking.  Okay, okay, it's time to end this.

In case the mouse gets me in my sleep tonight (by burrowing into my mouth and blocking the airway), it was nice knowing all of you.