Yes, it really is 1:40. AM. Yes, I am tired. No, I'm not sleeping. Why you may ask? Well, here's the story. I was reading my Bible in bed like I do every night before I turn out the light, when I heard it. Scratching. In. My. Wall. No big deal. It was probably my imagination, or the house creaking, right? Soon after, I think I heard our mouse trap snap inn the kitchen. YESS!!!! Maybe that mouse finally got caught. Well, then I heard more scratching in my wall. 'Oh no! There's more of them!' Well, I am very scared of mice. VERY scared. I honestly don't know why, I mean, they're WAY more scared of me then I am of them, right? And it's highly unlikely that they're going to chew through my wall, right? And seeing that they've probably been here for at least two weeks, wouldn't they have come into my room if they were going to? Well, I keep telling my self all this, and its starting to work, when I hear an especially loud scratching sound. Then my mind goes. 'Yeah, right. BE SCARED!!!!!!!!!! PANIC!!!!!!! STAY UP ALL NIGHT AND GET NO SLEEP!!!! Then, to top it all off, a tick or beetle or USB (Unidentifiable Small Bug) lands on my bed. 'OK! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF NATURE AND WILD ANIMALS AND BUGS!!!!! So I viciously kill it with my boot. So then I have a dead bug on my bed. Great. So I take a couple of minutes to get up the nerve to scrape it off into a plastic bag. So I do, and it falls in faster then I thought it would and kind of looks like it jumped, so I jump onto my bed and hyperventilate for a few moments. Fine, call me a wimp if you want to. I also am freaked out by bugs. Then I move the plastic bag and think, 'Hey, I think I'll write a blog post about this. At least something good can come out of my unrational fear.
Sorry if this post isn't up to my usual standards. I'm tired. It's 2AM. Blogging calms me. I needed to rant. I haven't heard any rodent activity lately so I think that I'm going to turn on my mp3 player and listen to the Story Girl. And sleep in till ten. Thirty. Five.
TTFN, Sarah the Nutty knitter/Choir Geek/rodentbugaphobic/tired, tired teen.
PS: Sorry if I use 'well' to much. I'm not going to go and change it.
Hehe, don't worry about it. :)
ReplyDeleteI hate things that go scratch in the night.