M...m...mu...mu
Apr. 15th, 2008 12:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
MOUSE!
So, there I was, minding my own business on the couch, when I heard my dishes clinking. Oh no, I think, they're piled up pretty high in the drying rack and the last thing I need is for them to overbalance and break all over my counter and floor.
So I proceed to the counter to do some dish drying, when lo, I notice a very strange phenomenon. Namely, that the handle of my favorite spoon is making a high speed orbit of my favorite bowl. I approach a few steps closer, in time to see the MOUSE that has been pushing the spoon about jump from the bowl, run across my counter, and disappear down one of the stove burners into the oven.
I responded by immediately leaping back onto the sofa and shrieking like the girly girl I am at heart.
(Apparently, this really is a genetically-encoded reaction, sitting latent there on the X chromosomes just waiting for its moment.) It. Was. A. MOUSE.
Granted, it was only 1/1000 of my size, but one has to remember that it could easily defeat me with its rabies overdrive, and probably has a few hanta virus power ups up its sleeves, as well.
And it went into my oven. Little did I realise, as I was enjoying my chicken and rice casserole yesterday, that I was really enjoying MOUSE casserole.
I know it's here, it knows I know it's here, and now I can't go to sleep, because it'll come and get me.
That will be all.
So, there I was, minding my own business on the couch, when I heard my dishes clinking. Oh no, I think, they're piled up pretty high in the drying rack and the last thing I need is for them to overbalance and break all over my counter and floor.
So I proceed to the counter to do some dish drying, when lo, I notice a very strange phenomenon. Namely, that the handle of my favorite spoon is making a high speed orbit of my favorite bowl. I approach a few steps closer, in time to see the MOUSE that has been pushing the spoon about jump from the bowl, run across my counter, and disappear down one of the stove burners into the oven.
I responded by immediately leaping back onto the sofa and shrieking like the girly girl I am at heart.
(Apparently, this really is a genetically-encoded reaction, sitting latent there on the X chromosomes just waiting for its moment.) It. Was. A. MOUSE.
Granted, it was only 1/1000 of my size, but one has to remember that it could easily defeat me with its rabies overdrive, and probably has a few hanta virus power ups up its sleeves, as well.
And it went into my oven. Little did I realise, as I was enjoying my chicken and rice casserole yesterday, that I was really enjoying MOUSE casserole.
I know it's here, it knows I know it's here, and now I can't go to sleep, because it'll come and get me.
That will be all.
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on 2008-04-15 10:31 am (UTC)Chicken & rice casserole? What's the recipe, please? ^__^