Mouse in the House!

“It’s better to feed one cat than many mice.” –Nigerian Proverb

This is Ghana’s version of a plumbing job.  I present to you....my bathtub.   

Thanks to this amazing craftsmanship, a tiny little mouse founds its way into my room.  Also, because of this ridiculous hole, ants go marching two by two, hoorah, hoorah (notice the tiny black dots.)  So when I saw that mouse go scurrying out of my closet, I jumped off my bed, screeched like a scared little girl, and ran into the sitting area in the next room.  There sat my roommate and her son, and another teacher with her young daughter.  I did a little heeby-jeeby dance and told the tale of when I was a young lass and a furry little mouse decided to climb upon my chest in my sleep.  Ever since then, I’m irrationally terrified of rodents.  I imagine them attacking my face with their beedy little eyes and thin surly mouths.  It’s ridiculous, I know.  Give me a spider or a snake or a cockroach and I can deal.  Show me a mouse, and I squeal!

So, while my roommate and her husband along with the other visiting teacher hunted down the mouse in my room, I hung out with the kids.  Eventually, my roommate’s husband squashed that little bastard with a broom.  He triumphantly exited the room with the little mouse by its little tail.  This whole debacle offered a good dose of entertainment in the midst of a rather gloomy day for me.