The grand finale

He sat on the carpet near the TV about eight feet away from where I was sitting. I started ignoring him after our little confrontation and focused on my meal, but damn it is tough focusing when this little being is in absolute fixation with you. So I looked at him from time to time, what do you know? We have managed to lock eyes once again, but only this time it took a drastic turn. I kid you not, this time it was as though we were somehow someway communicating through neuronical waves, he and I were able to communicate through our thoughts as in reading each other minds, though most of our conversations in essence were Jerry begging with persuasion to get some of my food and I taking a rain check on all of his offers. Enraged? Indeed he was

After several minutes in what seemed like hours, I came to a conclusion to ignore his ass, but in few minutes it got quite apparent that ignoring was the least of my problems while Jerry just sat there watching me eat. I caught him take a step towards my direction from the corner of my eye, looked at him and said “don’t come any closer, if you know what’s good for you”.

*Wiggling my index finger*”.

He didn’t move, I suppose he understood my caution. Jerry started twitching his nose “sigh”. The only thing left now was to roll on his back and cry wolf, the nerve in this little individual. Firstly, he is in my house uninvited and secondly to impose that I share my meals with him, that was flipping the bird in my face.

My face had turned tomato, soon as I stood up; he fled and went underneath the couch. I have just about had it with Jerry by now. I put on my shoes; winter gloves, located a broomstick and started looking for his ass underneath the sofa. I started chasing him around the living room; the hard wood floor didn’t make it easier for him either. We were at it intensely for about 15 minutes, my heart felt as though it was going to jump out of my mouth. I was pretty sure Jerry felt some of the pain I was enduring, when he run into the shoe closet.

I left that very moment for the grocery store and bought these plate like thingies that are filled with crazy glue (god bless who ever invented it, lord know, they must have had enormous issues with mice to have come up with such invention). I purchased five of them and headed home. After unpacking and placing cheese on them, I have placed two by the shoe closet and the rest evenly in the living room I was relentless and determined, goddamn it! I was a man on mission.

I sat down with my laptop on the couch to go on about my business and wait, it didn’t take much time for inquisitive Jerry to appear, I couldn’t tell you where he appeared from, all I remember was Jerry standing at his old spot right in the middle of the living room. I have startled him by banging my feet on the hard wood floor, he ran behind the TV, so I have then picked up two of the plate stickies and placed them on each side of the TV corners and observed.

“Mother Fucker!” You should have seen him; he took couple of sniffs and dodged right by it. I am sitting on the edge of the couch thinking what fuck? How could he maneuver his way like that? How could he have possibly decipher what lay in front of him was in fact danger? Wasn’t the cheese even tempting enough to undertake danger? In the midst of making sense of what had taken place, Jerry was standing right where I chased him from. Goddamn it, I had chased him again around the living room, finally he ran inside the closet again. I have closed on him and left a little room for him to crawl back from, and around the break of freedom lay decretive plates full of glue and cheese.


I walk back to catch my breath and sit down on the couch; I open my laptop to clutter my thoughts with daily dose of Somalia online, Soon after I hear this racket coming from the closet, claws climbing a latex paint. No word of a lie, this little fucker was actually climbing the wall for an escape. I suppose you can imagine the disbelieve and shock of what I was seeing, this fuckery.

But he can’t outsmart me; I have bushed some of the plates away from the wall, so that if he attempts to jump they will be right there waiting for him. At this time Jerry is hanging from the arm of my jacket (reluctant bastard), so I hit on the jacket and he falls right down on center of plate full of glue. Oh the relieve that ran down my spine was unexplainable; it felt as though I conquered the world.

Oh the poor thing fought effortlessly to unstick him self, but soon acknowledged the fact it was beyond his capacities, and that's when Jerry started crying in a rather squeaky tone for help. I then picked up the plate and placed it on the kitchen counter for a closer view, Pretty Jerry had thick gray fur with pinkish like tail, in my observation I was astonished to discover that Jerry was cross eyed, you could see the helplessness in his agony, exposed and out of his element i look closely into his eyes, though at this time I was not entirely convinced he is even looking at me or how many of me he sees.

I start to feel the air in the room thinning, and the walls closing in on me. My lower lip starts to tremble, tears race down my cheeks I ask my self “what sort of a person hurts a handicap being” and voice in my head replied, “you didn’t know Kosh. But, had you knew, would you have it anything differently?” to which I replied “No” I then took another plate of glue and squashed it over the one Jerry lay on, placed it in a bag and tossed it outside into the recycling bin.

It’s now been several months after this escapade and I haven’t come across any more Jerries.



The End.