The Crazy World Of Writers (A Crazy Poet Takes Care Of Some Mice)
by
John Mcleod
copyright 09-28-2001
Age Rating: 18 to 127
Welcome once again to 'The Crazy World Of Writers.'
I would like to point out that no living thing was hurt or injured in the making of this story. All characters portrayed here are fictional, they are not meant to resemble anyone either living or dead.
A Crazy Poet Takes Care Of Some Mice
My wife informed me that we had mice in the kitchen and suggested that I sort them out.
I said "sort them out with what exactly? Food? Clothes? Hot water bottles?"
Realizing that she was not in the mood for joking, I ventured into the kitchen to see if I could see any trace of these mice.
Now before I go any further with my tale I would like to point out that I do not mind mice as I think they are quite harmless.
Spiders on the other hand are my pet hate.
Sometimes I dream of them and one dream in particular springs to mind.
In this dream I am holding a broom menacingly in front of me trying to scare off a big spider.
Spider does not seem to be bothered by my attempts to frighten him off and takes a step towards me. (He is on the ceiling but a step is a step regardless of where the feet are planted.)
My heart starts racing in my chest as the big beast takes yet another step in my direction.
I stabbed out with the broom handle, hitting everything in sight except the spider.
I even tried reasoning with it, telling it what a stupid thing it is doing by trying to kill me as I am huge and it is so small. (I would like to point out that I am not huge as in HUGE, I was trying to point out to the spider that I am much bigger than it is.)
Even with a little chat spider carried on walking towards me.
He obviously did not value his life that much!
I stabbed out with the broom again and caught him right in the middle of his body.
I kept the broom handle where it was, pinning spider against the ceiling just in case it was not dead.
As I stood there I felt movement on the broom handle.
I looked up at the dead spider, it was still there, but the feeling of movement continued.
I was suddenly frightened.
I was very frightened.
Suddenly without any warning, the spider's legs ran down the broom handle.
I was holding the spider's body firmly onto the ceiling yet it's legs were
heading straight for my hand.
I released the broom and ran for the door.
This is when I woke up from yet another horrible nightmare involving spiders.
WOW! I am glad to get that one out.
Just remember you lot, (If you see a spider on the ceiling, do not use a broom handle as a weapon as what happened in my dream may happen in real life... to You!)
Right then, about these invading mice that my wife said were coming into the kitchen.
After carefully searching in the darkest region of the kitchen I could not find any sign of mice.
I removed the cover at the bottom of the kitchen units, got out a flashlight, and beamed the searching beam into the blackness.
I saw Mice!... Lots of them!
They seemed to be huddled in a group squeaking quietly amongst themselves.
Intrigued by their behavior I lay down on the floor and watched them for a while in the hope that I could find out what they were doing.
After a while I realized that they were not coming into the kitchen, they were trying to get out.
The spokesperson of this group of mice informed me by means of telepathic powers (They do do that you know...honest) that they had had enough of my wife's cooking and said that they were heading off in search of a more refined eating place.
I laughed and laughed for ages wondering as I did so whether it would be a good idea to join them.
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I laughed so hard John!!!!! I can just picture you, on the floor, telepathically talking with those picky mice! As for that horrible spider ~shudder~ that gave me goosebumps while I laughed! I remember at age 12 down in the coastal area of BC at my grandparent's home. One BIG spider started across the floor (they grow bigger 'cause of the ocean, you know) and I screamed, jumped on the couch and told my grandpa to save me only.....he was on the couch with me, calling my grandma!! And yes, my grandma saved us both...as she called us big ol' chickens! But I swear, that spider had bloodlust in its little beady eyes!! **g**
LOL! Betty, I am not HUGE He He He, I am quite slim, but I guess you were just trying to wind me up lol.
Thanks for reading and leaving this comment Betty, it makes writing much more enjoyable when you know there is someone reading it.
Welcome !
