The Dancing Ferret (tdf_ij) wrote, @ 2017-08-02 19:33:00 |
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What do I see when I open the lid of the grill?
A freaking field mouse, sitting right on top of the rack, staring up at me and frozen in fright.
We stared at each other for several seconds and I'm not sure who was more surprised - me or the mouse.
Apparently the string of expletives that then came out of my mouth as I jumped back was enough to break the mouse free from its frozen state. But does it jump off the grill and run away? Noooo, of course not...
Instead, it climbs down between the bars of the rack where the gas jets will go roaring into flames if I start the damn thing, and then sits there shaking in fear and staring up at me. Like it has a death wish and expects me, the bone-deep animal lover, to execute it any second now.
Finally, after much jumping around (on my part, not the mouse's) and waving of my hands at the grill - like I'm somehow going to magically make the mouse go 'Poof!' and disappear - I finally convince the field mouse that it's really, really in his best interests to get the hell out of the grill and run off back into the gardens.
Needless to say, I'm now just the teensiest bit nervous any time I have to use the grill. Hopefully Mr. Mouse has decided the grill is just not the best place to hang out in. Hopefully...
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