The sunny days are the worst.
If you don’t put on your shorts and lip gloss and make plans to eat at the bistro at , you will seem so dull. But you ARE so dull. Someone has taken sandpaper and dulled your shine to powder. Smiling is now an obscene thing. The corners of your mouth stretch and stretch and if you growl just a little bit, they will have to put you in the zoo. Or call a priest.
Now you have to fight with yourself because if you let yourself fall completely into the rainy days you may never get out. Then there is the question of wanting to get out. You walk the fence. One side is flowers and spring and Easter eggs and white gloves that your mom won’t let you wear because you might get them dirty. On the other side of the fence is endless sitting and thinking and your thoughts so black and thick making you not want to get up anyway, but at least no one else is there. You check your email 27 times today because someone might tell you that you actually are important. Or there might be something interesting you can read that you don’t actually have to get involved in.Or you get up and clean the house because if you leave the crumbs on the counter too long the mice come. And from a distance they are cute. But never forget they are disgusting. They come out at night and take your stuff and shit in your kitchen. It’s cold outside and it’s warm in there. But too bad. It’s your house and you have a family to take care of and the mice bring the Black Plague like the rats did—so put out the traps. Put them in the cabinet where they ate your Life Savers…which is kind of funny because everyone said they like peanut butter. Set the traps with Life Savers, Gummy Bears and peanut butter and wait for the snap. It only takes 15 minutes but you hear more than a snap, but a SNAP…and clatter clatter scrape scrape…clatter clatter. And it doesn’t stop.
For an hour it does not stop and now you can’t do anything but listen to the noise and try and figure out what happened. You don’t want to look but you have to because no one else is here to help you. Your husband is away on a business trip where someone cooks his meals and serves him breakfast and makes his bed and he calls home every day and you talk for 45 seconds. So you have to look. Behind the cabinet door the trap is sprung and has gripped the mouse by its now bloody toothpick-thin leg. It is trying its best to scamper away. But the trap gets stuck next to the Lazy Susan, making the mouse struggle so much that it pulls the skin off its leg. It has been doing this for an hour. If you pick it up it could bite you and give you the Black Plague. Even though you will probably hurt it more by picking it up, you do it anyway. You take the mouse outside next to the garage and pick up the end of the trap that is holding its ruined leg. It knows it is free and runs right next to the house and disappears around the corner.
Now it is only a matter of time until the rest of the traps do their jobs.