One of the bloggers who I read regularly wrote recently about watching the movie Black Swan and then going to bed. I haven't seen the movie, and probably won't, but I've heard it's pretty creepy. I don't care for scary movies much. I prefer to be entertained not scared.Debby told about hearing weird noises in the house after going to bed that night. Her husband apparently sent her downstairs to find out what it was. He probably didn't hear it and figured she could ruin her night's sleep rather than his. She said the noise lasted for 20 minutes and she never found out what it was.
Regarding things that go bump in the night, Paul is just about deaf in his left ear. I learned that on our first date when we sat at the bar in a noisy restaurant waiting for our table. As we chatted I had the feeling he couldn't hear me but didn't find out for sure until later.
It's the result of shooting without ear protection. Usually when you are right-handed when you shoot a shot gun or a rifle, you use your right eye to sight on the target and you tuck your right ear into your shoulder. Your left ear is exposed to the percussion of the gun. Sounds like I know what I'm talking about. Living with a shooter/hunter for 25 years you learn these things.
He told me by the time you realize you've damaged your ear, you're saying a lot of "Huh? What?" and it's too late. So I learned early that if I want him to hear me, I should be on his right side. If I want to mumble things about him, I should be on his left.
So what ear do you think he puts to the pillow at night? The good one. Consequently he hears just about nothing. I, on the other hand, wake up when a mouse farts in the attic.
And we do have mice in the attic. And they dance above my head at night. I think they are doing the rumba.
Paul did wake up one night to find me standing on the bed pounding my fist on the wall above the bed trying to scare the mice away. I don't think they ran away. I think they just held still until I laid back down. Then they started again.
We don't have a small house. Why do they feel they have to dance in the corner of the attic above my side of the bed? Why can't they dance over the spare bedroom?
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Time to get a feline. I had mice when I first moved into my current abode, but once I got O'Malley the Alley cat, they immediately disappeared.
My husband also sends me out to investigate strange noises. Where is that big burly man when you need him?
Anyway, I agree with Laoch, unless you are deathly allergic (not just a little like I am), get a cat. The mice leave in fear. Well, except when my cat is on guard, then he invites them in, gives them supper, and cuddles with them at night because he's not very fearsome.
I'm on the fence about seeing Black Swan. But I do love the graphic you've used in this post. Put some bait in traps in the attic. Worked like a charm for the mice in my basement and you don't have to clean a litterbox!
I'm the guard dog around this house. Mom hides under the covers and dad takes out his hearing aids. It's always up to me...sigh...a dog's job is never done.
I think that is so funny.... they should dance over the spare room!
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