Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie, O, what panic’s in thy breastie! Thou, need na start awa sae hasty, Wi’ bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee, Wi’ murd’ring pattle!

A small annoyance this morning woke me up at About five o’clock. I heard something outside my window. Scratching or pecking or something. I got out my cell phone and in the darkness I took pictures. I couldn’t see anything in the picture but the pecking or scratching continued. Then it would stop. I went back to bed. The scratching or pecking started up again. I got up a few times and got the noise stopped before my husband got up.

“Why’s the blind up?” he asks. “Something’s making a noise”. A little while later I said, “there it is again”. He could hear it, he took the phone and turned on the torch shining it in the direction of the noise. Eventually the noise stopped. A few minutes later it started again. He took the torch and shone it up at the corner of the window. “It’s a mouse,” he said. Sure enough as he held the torch I could see a little mouse at the corner of the upstairs bedroom window. “It’s gone,” he prounounced.

He went down to make coffee. I got back in bed. The noise started up again. I went downstairs and we shot water from the hose up at the window. That little mouse came running down the side of the house. He or she was a very tenacious mouse. No wonder we can hardly build anything they can’t get into.

That little mouse made enough noise that I couldn’t sleep. I’m glad it woke me up and we shot it down with water. Who knows how long it needs to work on what it is working on to get in the house. Tomorrow is October the mice are looking for a warm place to go.

Is that mouse a metaphor for some of the things that happen in our life? Small things that seem bigger than they are, that can become bigger than they are if we leave them be? They started out as a small annoyance they can become a big problem.

Is there a simple solution for most of our problems? We just haven’t thought of it yet. It took a stream of water to dislodge that mouse from the window. It also, only took a stream of water to dislodge that mouse from the window. I hope the water is enough to keep it from going back to the window or anywhere else near my house.

But mouse-friend, you are not alone In proving foresight may be vain: the best laid plans of Mice and Men go oft awry, and leave us only grief and pain, for promised joy.

To A Mouse by Robbert Burns. I haven’t read this poem in years. We take the habitat of little creatures away and wonder why they bother us while trying to survive. We must look like we have so much; surely there is room for a little mouse in the house.

We aren’t that generous. It’s cold and hard outside but dare you step in here we’ll have to take action. Small annoyances can be anything, we need to keep them in perspective.

Still, friend, you’re blessed compared with me! Only present dangers make you flee: But, ouch’, behind me I can see grim prospects drear! While forward-looking seers, we humans guess and fear!

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