Another Friend

I last wrote about my conversationalist coming to a dreadful end ( Thursday Oct 16, 08).

Well evidently it had a friend or friends. Out of habit I dropped some popcorn beside the stove and less then an hour later a piece was missing.

I blamed my memory and figured I had miscounted so I counted again and wrote the number on a scratch pad.

Look what I have reduced myself to – counting popped kernels of corn.

A half hour later another piece was missing and I cursed the mice gods. I had already reset the trap and it was in the path to the popcorn.

I got my video camera out and re-checked my work – trap was armed – until I set it down too hard.

Why do you still jump when you are the one making the loud noise?

I put the trap back in place and waited for the sound of victory.

I had decided to declare war. I promptly forgot about my declaration and spent a few hours watching the stupid box.

About midnight I was hungry – the sight of the stove in the darken room reminded me I was at war – I snuck back out of the kitchen without turning on the light and retrieved a flashlight from the bedroom.

I just wanted a glimpse of my enemy. They always say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. I’m all for it - except when the enemy is bigger then me.

There was no one there – my black weapon with its chrome trigger (the spring loaded bar) was undisturbed. But the other pieces of popcorn were gone.

The other side must be resting so I decided to do the same and went to bed.

Friday morning I decided to Recon the area but nothing had changed.

For breakfast I cooked some pancakes and tore off a corner and put in on top of the trap – maybe it would disguise my weapon.

I finished breakfast, cooked some lunch and each check showed the Sitrep unchanged.

At supper, the camo was gone. Man, the enemies I was facing were good.

Before retreating to no-man’s-land I reloaded my weapon with fresh ammo just to be on the safe side and camouflaged my weapon again. As I was getting ready I thought to myself that I hope my bedroom was really no-man’s-land. My enemy might be sitting on the night stand watching me sleep.

Saturday I forgot to check – I did not sleep well – I kept dreaming about this mouse stroking his gun repeating the saying “Here Kitty-Kitty, Here Kitty-Kitty.” I kept licking my head and rubbed my face to get the hair off.

Today, Sunday, I noticed that the camouflage was gone but my weapon was still locked and loaded. Darn these guys were good.

I watched the NASCAR race and made some popcorn – I scattered a few pieces along the path to my trap, sort of like mines. Five mines to be exact and one of those was a double – two pieces stuck together.

About fifteen minutes later I realized I had forgotten my drink and returned to the kitchen.

My enemy is so quick – all my mines were gone - there must be hundreds of them. Those four pieces and one extra large piece would feed a family of twenty if they were the size of mice.

I dug around in my warehouse of old antique weapons and found an old wooden trap. I armed it but realized I forgot to put in the ammo after I had pushed it behind the stove.

I dropped some sugar on it – no way I was going to try and move a wide-open trap like that. I also put some more mines out as a test.

That was about an hour ago on Sunday night. I am getting ready for bed. I can barely keep my eyes open – not good for a lookout.

I’ll give updates as warranted on the Sitrep – I plan on creating a battle plan while sleeping. My first thought of burning them out didn’t ring very practical.