The Silent Occupant

You know how some people claim life to be mysterious thing; I am begaining to believe so. Two weeks ago, while visiting my little sister at the hospital my aunt was explaning her fear for mouse and refuses to buy her friends house due to it. We were laughing at her not knowing what were ahead of us.

Recently there was was a silent occupant roaming around our house. Just a couple of days before Deepavali, Ma found him sitting in a pail trying to escape. Ma freaked out and did search party for his mother. How ever, it was nowhere to be found and Ma was very upset!

The next day, at past midnight, Rusty found him hiding inside Ma’s cupboard. The moment Ma opened the door, Rusty barged in and chased him out. He ran for its life. Knowing the mouse is still alive somewhere in the house, Ma was getting pretty scared. You never know what that little creature could do.

So the following day we did another search party. I soon found traces of his dropping in my cupboard. Not knowing if it belongs to lizard or mouse, I cleaned it up. Two days latter I found it again. Hmm, I soon realize it indeed belongs to him and my room become his connection to the kitchen.

Then Deepavali came, and we were preparing a birthday cake for a friend when we realized that the all the food stock had tinny holes in it. It has been surviving with my couscous, my biscuits and noodles. Ah ha…finally we found his hiding place. Unfortunately he was now where around.

That night coming back from the party I did a spot check to see any dropping in my room but was shocked to see my tinny bottles pushed to the ground from my window frame. Its either the mouse ran up to escape or rusty pushed the bottles while trying to chase the mouse away! With that, we were all getting more frustrated.

Finally, yesterday, as Ma was cleaning her drawer for real, she encountered him hiding quietly on the bottom drawer. The moment he saw Ma, he ran to my room. Ma quickly sprayed mosquito spray to make it drowsy and come out of the room. It indeed ran out and hide under the fridge.

Ma realized that she could not handle him alone and calls for Pa. Both had weapon in their hand, Ma with her spray and Pa with a broom. The moment she sprayed, it ran under the nearby gas tank. Ma got even more frustrated. This time she asked for my help and I decline to kill it. Both Ma and Pa were all ready in their position. Ma quickly spared and lifted the tank for Pa to beat but instead it missed and ran up and down and left and pushed a little wooden stick covered at the bottom of the door and ran out for its life. Sigh! Ma was finally relieved her thing was save.