Its midnight. I have been asleep about an hour. I needed sleep since I had not gotten good sleep for a week. I was happily warm and snuggled in my blankets when I awoke.
What was that? Am I still dreaming… rustle rustle crinkle rustle… What is that noise? Must be the air-conditioning vent blowing something. I roll over. The noise stops momentarily…rustle crinkle rustle rustle… Wait a minute. Why did the noise stop when I moved? It can't be the vent blowing. Did someone walk into my room to get something after I fell asleep? No, thats ridiculous, wake up Erin!
…rustle rustle rustle… Ok, there is definitely something in my room! And it must be rummaging through the plastic bag at the foot of my bed. It is huge, I know it! It is going to go for my toes next! Quick, I jump out of bed and run out the door, throwing the light on but not looking back to see what was there.
I stand in the hallway feeling silly. I can't wake up Darrel and Cathy, I am a wimp. But I hear movement in their room.
Cathy!! There is an animal in my room!!
Together we go back to the bag at the foot of my bed. But there is nothing there.
AAHHH!!! There it is! There it is!! A gray mouse uses my dangling blowdryer chord to dart down the trunk (where he had been feasting on my previously un-opened 100 Grand bar) onto the floor and into the closet. Darrel dives in after it, throwing boxes and towels at it in the attempt to catch it. But it is of not use. The mouse escapes into David's vacant , though terribly messy, room and under the bed. The solution is then to put a mouse trap in the room and duct tape the door to seal it from allowing the mouse to escape. Eventful night. I fall back to sleep with ears alert for anymore rustling.
Note: the mouse has yet to be caught in any of the traps. But he left little presents all over the room to let us know he is still there. We wait, plotting his murder.