Wednesday, 22 August 2012
Back in jug agane
Over a hundred books moved to create an rat-proof barrier.
Two and a half hours sitting motionless in the (empty) bath in the dark.
A small saucer of yoghurt.
A three person pincer movement.
Some frantic, Matrix style leaping.
A few aggrieved squeaks.
A second escape inches from the cage.
And finally, FINALLY, that is defeat you read in those beady eyes. Not permanently, I fear, and not without a hell of a fight. I had to transport him back to Lashes' bedroom in a plastic box with a towel over the top and he still kept launching his determined little body at me, trying to find an exit. He has tasted freedom. He will not renounce it easily.
We have gone to London and left him and his co-conspirator to think about their behaviour.
Now my Samurai mission is over, I have been able to sleep for more than four consecutive hours and just conceivably, I may be able to move on to non-rat based topics. I imagine we all hope for that.