How an Unexpected Rodent Infiltration Created My Surprising Moral Mouse Dilemma
A midnight intruder, panic, and the battle that ensued
I hit the light to brush my teeth and screamed when I looked down. He was standing in the middle of my tiny bathroom, staring up at me with his brazen, shamelessly round beady eyes
I froze. He froze.
We both stood there dazed, waiting for the other to make the first move.
The dance
I scanned the room to the left and then to the right for anything I could use to defend myself against this unexpected interloper. The plunger was on the other side of the toilet. There was no way I could get to it in time.
I moved. He moved.
In those few seconds, we had time to do a little dance like KC and the Sunshine Band sang about in the 70s.
Finally, I broke right. He scampered left.
It happened within seconds, but I screamed Nooooooo in slow motion as he confidently escaped past me into the holiest of all areas — my bedroom.
“Oh, you have GOT to be kidding!” I bellowed.
I followed behind to scare him out from under the bed. Boxes and containers littered the entire floor…
