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Of mice and braids
I managed to freak myself out last night - with my hair.
I'm guessing I had thrown my braid back to keep it from tickling my shoulder - I do this without thinking - and then my pillow shifted, and the braid fell prey to gravity. So I hear this skishhh, skishhh sound, and what does my half-awake brain decide it is?
"OMG-THERE'S-A-MOUSE-ON-MY-PILLOW-IT'S-GOING-TO-JUMP-ON-MY-FACE!!!"
I bolted upright and flipped on the light before I got coherent enough to think that 1)we haven't seen signs of rodents recently, or 2)skishhh, skishhh is an awfully strange sound for a mouse to be making.
As soon as the light was on, the rest of my brain kicked in and went "Wait - what? Did you just do what I think you did?"
My half-awake brain is not always the most intelligent.
I'm guessing I had thrown my braid back to keep it from tickling my shoulder - I do this without thinking - and then my pillow shifted, and the braid fell prey to gravity. So I hear this skishhh, skishhh sound, and what does my half-awake brain decide it is?
"OMG-THERE'S-A-MOUSE-ON-MY-PILLOW-IT'S-GOING-TO-JUMP-ON-MY-FACE!!!"
I bolted upright and flipped on the light before I got coherent enough to think that 1)we haven't seen signs of rodents recently, or 2)skishhh, skishhh is an awfully strange sound for a mouse to be making.
As soon as the light was on, the rest of my brain kicked in and went "Wait - what? Did you just do what I think you did?"
My half-awake brain is not always the most intelligent.