I have a mouse. He came out to look for some food just now, clumsily alerting me to his presence. I rose to confront him, which he seemed to expect. There we stood, in my kitchen, in a Mexican standoff. I looked right into his eyes, he into mine.
Time was frozen. I was holding my breath without knowing.
He ran.
I had barely noticed the small crack in the wall, so I didn’t anticipate the move he took. By the time it had even registered, he was gone. Since then, I’ve been unable to take my eyes from the little crack. It feels much larger now, a vessel to another world filled with the strange and unwelcome, all potential visitors.
TL;DR: I’m buying some quick-setting cement and some fucking mousetraps tomorrow morning, goddamn it.
