A Mouse in the House
Some of my dear readers may remember my first encounter with a mouse in the house. (The Gnome and I-Episode 10)
Last Thursday night when I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth I had a visitor. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a rather large mouse scurrying on top of the radiator. After emitting a loud involuntary scream (which was undoubtedly heard all over the neighbourhood), I leaped on top of the toilet. No, not because I was afraid. I wanted a birds-eye view of the bathroom in case the mouse had jumped into the bathtub. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)
Henri raced into the bathroom. I caught a barely perceptible eye-roll and a suppressed smile as he observed me atop the toilet.
“Que s’est-il passé?” (“What happened?”)
“A mouse!” I exclaimed.
A very noticeable eye-roll from Henri. Then a shrug as he exited the bathroom muttering, “Beaucoup de bruit pour rien.” (“Much ado about nothing.”) I checked around the house for evidence (mouse droppings) and didn’t find anything.
I forgot about the incident until I was in the kitchen making breakfast on Saturday morning. It appeared that several of the grape tomatoes were missing from the basket. Odd, I thought. I had just purchased the basket of tomatoes on Friday; surely I hadn’t eaten that many yesterday. In a hurry to do the house-cleaning I forgot about the missing tomatoes until Sunday morning. Now the basket was almost empty! For moment I thought I was going mad. Had I even purchased tomatoes? I quickly looked at the supermarket bill and saw I had, indeed, bought a basket of grape tomatoes. Again, I searched the house for evidence of a mouse and found nothing. I counted eight tomatoes in the basket and did not eat any. I said nothing to Henri….
Until Monday morning when I discovered the empty basket overturned on the counter! I checked all over the kitchen and found nothing to indicate the mouse had returned. I even looked in the rubbish bin to see if the mouse had been in there. No, this stealthy mouse had class. Only the best organic grape tomatoes for him!
“Que’est-ce que tu fais?”, (“What are you doing?”) Henri asked as he observed me looking under the sink, behind the stove and in the cupboards.
“The mouse has returned!”, I answered; pointing to the empty basket.
A look of alarm flashed on Henri’s face. “Mes truffes!” (“My truffles!”), he exclaimed and dashed to the cupboard. Thankfully, the mouse hadn’t discovered the truffles.
“Wait, what? Truffles?!!”, I cried; the thieving mouse momentarily forgotten. “You have truffles and you haven’t been sharing?! We will talk about this later!”
Cut to scene of a mouse clutching a bag of truffles being chased by Henri who is being chased by me as the theme song from Benny Hill plays in the background.
See The Gnome and I for more stories about Henri. 🙂