So last week I was washing dishes in my kitchen, (and by kitchen I mean side room of my house with dirt floor and a cement water tank) when I heard a rustling on the other side of the room. As you know I have had my share of mouse problems, so I instinctively turned with the intention of trying to stomp on a mouse. When I turned I was confronted with the biggest scaliest mouse ever (well either that or a 3 foot long brown snake). Needless to say I was pretty freaked out and instead of acting fast, I ened up just staring and standing dead still. By the time I thought to grab a two by four and take a swing at it (yeah that’s right, I keep a large board on hand for just such occasions) it had already made its escape down a mouse hole. In retrospect I guess it is for the best that I didn’t kill it, seeing as it isn’t poisonous (according to my biologist friend, though one of my neighbors assures me that is), and it is clearly in there hunting mice (my sworn blood enemies). After giving it some thought I have decided that it is better to keep him around as an ally in my war on the rodents (though I hope this doesn’t back fire, with today’s muja-hasnake becoming tomorrows snake-quida).
