Immemorial Musing

I actually forgot to write yesterday, so I guess I really do forget while I’m with my friends.

I’m not going to try to make up for it by writing a longer post or anything like that, as I always want everything to flow naturally here.

However, in this short amount of time between posts, I’ve had a lot of different feelings.

The most recent thing is what I’m going to say first. Back in March, I wrote about something strange that happened. Here’s my original post about it:

A Weird Encounter

Well, this occurrence has come back to make its conclusion, and literally everything about what I thought was wrong.

In short, to sum up the original post, I saw something out of the corner of my eye that moved across the floor, but when I checked the area, I wasn’t sure what it was, and I wanted to think it was jewelry that somehow made its way to the cabinet, even though it would’ve been in the cabinet to begin with.

(That’s probably the longest sentence I’ve written in at least a decade.)

Well…the truth was much worse.

I’m not going to explain in full detail like how I did back in March, at least not now. But I was horrified, as I saw the same type of thing. This time, I was in my parents’ room, which is across from my brother’s room where I first saw this thing.

Mind you, this is over two months since the last time I saw this.

You might be able to guess what it was, even without more context that would make it obvious.

This thing, this entire time, was……a MOUSE.

It was a freaking mouse.

I saw a mouse out in the open in our hallway over two months ago.

When my mom and I realized what was happening, a whole new type of tension came over me.

My parents immediately put down a couple of traps, these being just very sticky pads.

I left the room, honestly just to get away from it, and not even ten minutes later, my mom shouted……

“It’s stuck!!”

We all jumped to get together and see it.

…

I should not have looked.

…

My entire mind shifted completely. I saw the poor mouse wiggling on the sticky trap, and I heard it squeaking.

After five seconds or so, I had to sit down back in my brother’s room, and I felt so much pain.

I hate being this emotional of a person.

I sat there silent and wincing while everyone took care of it.

It’s just too much for me to see any life in pain I guess.

Mind you (again), this was also less than an hour after I came back home from a couple nights at my friends’ apartment.

On one hand, if I had not seen the mouse scurrying in that moment, we may not have caught it.

On the other hand, of course it was me that saw it.

This was definitely not the conclusion to the occurrence in March that I had in mind.

Well, I’ve got to get some sleep before therapy in the afternoon.

-Immemorial Musing