so last night i was startled out of my sleep at about 12:30am by either the terrorists upstairs or a large rat trying to get into my closet via a crawl space. either way.... i was certain it was the latter and had to get up, throw on some clothes and shoes (it ain't bitin' my feet!) and arm myself... this included a large blanket, big box and a long broom.
i attempt to locate the rodent. i poke around in the closet with the broom. it does not appear.....
i shove everything that's on the floor in my closet tightly against the tiny door that leads into the crawl space. i then place an old suitcase in front of the door to block the space between said door and floor.
i was then left to stare at my closet for some time before i decided i should at least read until i heard my night visitor again....
i think i last looked at my clock and it was around 3am...maybe later.
i slept with a light on... broom and box next to my bed... and woke up about once an hour until 6:30 this morning... when i was pretty much up for the workday.
i'm tired.
and i'm still not sure if it was the construction of the dirty bomb upstairs or an unwelcome nighttime guest that ended my restful night.
these are my "girly" moments.... when i wish i had a big, butch partner to go into the closet and search out the offender.
damn my inability to open up... it's cost me a rat-catcher boyfriend.
at least i finished my book.
e.
1 comment:
If we were close by we'd have come over and found the offending rodent. Or squirrel. Or dirty bomb sweatshop.
Go home, barricade the closet, throw some garlic in front the door (you know, to placate any other phobias or superstitions you may have lurking in your head) and try to get some sleep.
Remember they're more afraid of you...oh, that old saw is fucking useless. Like rodents fall under the heading of rational problems.
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