I just spent the last half hour in solemn
confrontation with a mouse in my kitchen. It began with a rustling on
the counter; I ran into the kitchen in time to see him scurry behind the
toaster oven. "I CAN SEE YOU!" I accused at high volume, to his great
alarm, "YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT I CAN SEE YOU RIGHT NOW."
That is when I decided to video-conference D in for the rest of the mouse battle.
"Ok," I said to him, when he asked what was going on and what he was
looking at, "I've trapped a mouse behind the toaster oven, using the
Tardis cookie jar as a blockade. So unless this mouse is a Time Lord,
there's no way he's getting away."
I think our mouse might be a Time Lord.
I
also quickly came to regret bringing my own backseat mouse-trapper to
the battlefield. D kept asking why I wasn't using a box with a stick
tied to a string, as I erected increasingly elaborate Rube Goldberg
contraptions.
Here's how the confrontation ended from D's POV:
D: "Why don't you fasten those two cookie racks together with a twistie tie?"
Sycorax Pine:
"I don't know whether I have a twistie tie. Let me just see whether
there's one in... AAAH!!!! AAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAH!!!!!" The video feed
shudders with in a clatter of baking tools and hideous screams.
D: "What's happening? What am I looking at? Why am I talking to our food processor now?"
SP: "I CAN SEE YOU! I CAN TOTALLY SEE YOU!"
D: "Where is he? What happened?"
SP:
"Behind the dish drainer. Look, little friend, I just want to humanely
trap you and take you outside so I don't have to call the exterminator
to kill you. Can't we come to some sort of understanding?"
Mouse Time Lord: [!!!]
D: "I THOUGHT YOU HAD HIM TRAPPED. HOW DID HE GET OVER BY THE DISH RACK?"
SP: "Look, if you aren't in the trenches, you don't know what it's like."
Later...
SP: "Do you approve of the account of the mouse battle I posted online?"
D: "Yes, but you are still leaving out a crucial part of the story."
SP: "That I was outwitted by a mouse?"
D:
"That the mouse didn't escape via a TIME MACHINE, but rather through a
weakness in your defenses. It's like being a Time Lord, but even more
like just walking through an open door."
I concede nothing.
Farfara
October 27, 2012
We once caught a mouse in a bucket and it jumped straight out again. Mice are obviously extremely talented escapologists so I don't think you should feel bad at having been outwitted by one.
I think they must be. My Mouse Time Lord waited patiently, barely moving until the very moment I was distracted looking for a twistie tie, and then he flung himself desperately against my barricade, which I (startled after a half-hour of non-engagement between the two sides of this war) promptly dropped. I think I am clearly the strategic loser in this encounter.