Part two

I drove straight to our local 24 hour grocery place, walked in ashamed and walked around for about 10 minutes just looking. However reluctant I was of asking, I had to go ask someone where I could find mouse traps, I couldn’t find anyone in the isles, so I walked over to one of the cashiers and stood at the counter, this cashier lady stood with her back towards me, I could see plenty of grey hair in her long brown hair. She then turned around; she had a nicely wrinkled tan face and said.

“How can I help you sweetheart?”

I remember thinking, gosh what a sweet lady, to which I whispered “I am looking to find a mouse traps, do you know where I can find them?” with out hesitating, she grabs the phone dials couple numbers and she on the intercom (tell head) yelling.

“Cindy, can you come over to cashier number 3”

Relieved that she didn’t reveal my mice problem over the telephone, I explained. “You know, there is this one mouse in my apartment that’s driving me nuts, this is our First encounter”

She then raised an eyebrow and said. “You know son, where there is one there are thousands”

I felt something cold running down my spine, the ground I was standing on was spinning. Lord, my flashing thoughts contained, my little one keeping mice as pets, how my wife was going be livid and blame me, even if it wasn’t my blunder gosh. Lost in my thoughts, Cindy came and showed me the isle where the mouse traps were. Bought four of them and headed home distressed, in my drive I pretty much decided to contact my realty agent and hopefully move before my family came back from Somalia, I even contemplated of spending the night at a buddy’s place. Reached home aggravated, opened the door looked around, no sign of him or should I say them. I then unpacked the traps placed cheddar cheese on them and placed three of them evenly in the living room and the other in the bedroom, the other rooms where not open to begin with. That morning I went to work more tired then I ever was, took couple of Advil pills to keep my day going, that evening when I got home, I firstly checked to see if he or they fell for any of my traps, but what I found was quite the contrary to what was expected, all the traps untouched and wiped clean of the cheese.

Then it hit me that I was dealing with Jerry or Jerries perhaps. Taking advantage of an unskilled Tom, That afternoon while sitting on the dinning table stuffing my face with a subway sandwich, I saw him again. But this time we met eyes for the first time, at first it seemed as though there was a staring contest of who would blink first, I for one wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction at fisrt, but the darn thing wouldn’t let up with his tiny little eyes, I gave Jerry that premature win undeservingly, because the odds favored him.


To be continued....