During the summer the door of the house is
open pretty much all of the time.
Even when it’s closed it is still open.
If you’re a shrew.
He, it may be a she, has found a way to
slide under, run along the skirting board (impressive as there isn’t one)
behind the cooker (there is) in between the bottles of emergency water (followthis link) and into the heaven that is the cats bowl full of granules.
The cat of course is outside the house
trying to find other mice to bring in for me to step on in the morning as I
rise from the bed.
After rising and washing my foot yesterday I decided, after
chasing the shrew out (again), to vacuum the kitchen.
In mid under the table vacuum manoeuvre the
head of the cleaner knocked against a grape that I had dropped there yestereve
and said grape rolled across the kitchen floor, and thus the corner of my
vision with an alarming speed.
Faster than a shrew.
More like a black widow spider about to
strike.
I recovered and thought it prudent to
attack the cobwebs just in case, that’s when I found the grasshopper hanging on
the curtains.
Fair enough, the curtains are green but to
reach this point of the house it had needed to hop not only through the open
front door past the fridge but also across the hallway, down the step, past the
shrew, into the living area, along the piano (I don’t know how I didn’t hear
that) and up onto the windowsill.
When I threw him outside I found he could
fly, so maybe it wasn’t all hopping.
There has been a cricket somewhere in the house.
It’s a fantastic song that he makes but it
has been keeping me awake at nighttime.
I found him in the bathroom.
Autumn is closing the door.
I’m going to miss the company.
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