the 3rd time is not the charm.

yesterday was supposed to be a peaceful, carefree day of doing summer homework. when my brother found a small mouse in the guest bedroom, this was all destroyed. the mouse was grey, & it was the size of the circle you can make with your thumb and pointer finger: extremely small. i immediately freaked out until i realized that it was extremely cute. we caught it in a box & then let it free in the woods. a couple hours later, when my two cousins came over, another mouse had appeared; this time, in ben's room. still, i thought that the mouse was pretty interesting & i found it quite adorable. this mouse was also brought outside. i finally lost my patience later on. i was peacefully attempting to read The Mayflower when my concentration was disturbed by a repeated tapping noise. i finally got up from my bed & walked towards the direction of the noise. after squinting around, i discovered a small shadow in the middle of my dimly lit bathroom floor. i was about to brush it off as a piece of trash or fluff when it moved. after a minute of hyperventilation and ten yells of "ben!" my brother finally arrived, shoebox in hand ready to capture the small mouse. it was quite a workout for the both of us. after closing the lid on that last shoebox, i no longer found it cute. i think i can understand kathy a little bit better now.