The story of an apple

I have been working full time the last two weeks. That means I take my own lunch, which I usually organise the night before. So Thursday night I put my lunch — a sandwich in a ziplock bag, some dried apricots in another bag, some rice crackers, all bagged up and an apple, the apple — on the kitchen table.

Friday morning I packed my lunch in my bag. It was only 7 o’clock and I was rather bleary eyed. I work at a holiday programme and this day we were off to Fun City, full of noise, people and activities like laser tag. I ate my sandwich at lunchtime while keeping my now wide awake eye on the kids. I hunted around my bag for the apple, but it wasn’t there. I only had a small amount of brain space to think “Funny that I didn’t pack it, as I know I got one out last night”. After that my brain was back counting children and making sure all was okay.

I looked at the table when I got home. No apple, just a few, very small pieces of dried skin. Again I didn’t think much of it, just collapsed into the comfy red chair to drink the cup of tea the Fella had made.

Fast forward a few hours. The Fella had gone to bed and I had moved from the comfy red chair to the comfy couch. I was partly reading and partly nodding off, because I am not used to 7:30 starts any more, when the wind and rain picked up. So I was in a dozy state, subconsciously listening to the noise of the wind rattling the window and the rain dripping down the down pipe, when I realised I was hearing a different noise as well.

It sounded like leaves on the side of the house. Then my dozy brain woke up a bit more and I remembered that there wasn’t a tree on that side. I was fully awake now and followed the direction of the noise to the fireplace. Our house is an old place and not only has an old mantelpiece, but also has parts that need some attention, like the 2 cm gap between the bottom of the mantelpiece and the floor. It is a gap that is big enough for a mouse, but not big enough for an apple.

I know because that was the source of the noise and solved the mystery of the disappearing apple. There was a mouse doing a mighty fine job of eating the apple so that it was small enough to take through the gap!

It must have started nibbling on the table, hence the apple skins, only to have it roll off the table. What happened next is up to your imagination. If you have a Beatrix Potter mind, you will see the little mouse rolling the apple across the floor, around the lounge room door to the side of the fireplace. The little mouse might even have been wearing a waistcoat. If you have a Death to All Rodents mind you may see a horde of them converge on the apple and whisk it across the floor, around the lounge room door and to the fireplace. They would be covered in tattoos and piercings!

Strangely, we have not seen evidence of the mouse before. Annoyingly, we have a couple of neighbourhood cats that seem to find our house an irresistible party place. What’s the point of them if they don’t keep the mice away?

So now I am off to mouse proof the pantry, to make sure that all food is safely away from little mouse teeth.

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13 Responses to The story of an apple

  1. catmab says:

    I laughed at that, for I am a death to all mice person. I have an old terraced Victorian house and the mice can get in all over the place, including from other houses. The underneath of my floorboards is a veritable arsenal!

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    • anne54 says:

      I’m understand about underneath the house. Sometimes I just want a concrete slab so it can’t be a playground for mice and cats. What do you do to stop mice invasions?

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      • catmab says:

        I just have to lift floorboards in the main areas they get in to, mainly under my bedroom! And when I can’t deal with it I get Colin the mouse destroyer in with all his bags of tricks to lay stronger stuff than I can buy! It’s an annual battle!

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  2. Sounds silly but I wouldn’t have thought mouse either!

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  3. We got home to see one of the neighbourhood cats torturing a mouse on our doorstep yesterday… I think I prefer your story!

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  4. acflory says:

    -giggles- I have cats and all they seem to do is bring the mice in to play. Yours sounds like rather a smart mouse[meece?]. Perhaps you could, oh, I don’t know, maybe leave it some food.. now and then?

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    • anne54 says:

      Hey, I gave it an apple!! (More giggles!)
      Cats are delightful creatures, but far too efficient hunters for my liking. I bet your cats’ notion of “play” is very different to the mice’s.

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  5. EllaDee says:

    Brilliant story. I think many domestic cats are too well fed to think of mice as a food source. Your resident mouse probably couldn’t believe its luck… a clever diligent little bugger, you have to admire its ingenuity.

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  6. What a story. We don’t see many mice, but our cats have been known to bring in large, healthy rats. They set them loose in the house. We finally wised up and closed the cat flap permanently, but if I’m not careful, I will occasionally open the door to our male cat with a mouthful of rat as a gift.

    Great story telling, Anne.

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