I met a mouse the other night.
Sitting alone at the kitchen bench, Googling various bits and pieces; I was waiting to be tired enough to go to bed. Out of the corner of my eye, there was a fuzzy movement, that wasn't one of the children getting a drink. I looked down, and there he/she was. Dark brown, twitchy nosed - just staring at me.
So I stared back.
After a few minutes of this mexican standoff, he/she must have realised that I posed absolutely no threat, especially as I just went back to the computer.
No screaming. No jumping on the bench. No chasing him/her around the kitchen. Nothing.
I feel sorry for the mouse now. I hope I didn't offend him/her. I didn't mean to be so off-hand, but after living in Bali, and meeting his/her slightly larger, meaner, aggressive cousins; really, it was all a bit pathetic really.
I was not in the least bit shocked, intimidated or frightened. Sorry Mickey.
Bugger.
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