Caught

Asleep in bed.  Moby walking over me, sniffing and pawing between my neck and pillow.  I thought it felt really funny, feeling his nose poking around like that.

Then I felt something else.  Grabbed.  Shouted, "I caught it."

I hoped never to have to kill a mouse in my hand again.

I had to kill a mouse in my hand again.

Out of a dead sleep - less dead because Moby had been hunting.  Damn thing was in bed with me, scurrying around my neck, the bugger.

I still clasped it, not sure it was quite dead, filled a glass with water, dumped it in, covered it over and explained to even more bewildered D.  Mouth dry, we changed sheets and pillowcases, me trying not to shake too much.  Adrenaline is not conducive to sleep.

Ugh.

Dumped it in the outside garbage.  Bleach in the glass used.  Took melatonin and will go back to bed after twenty minutes.

So grateful that Moby woke me up a bit.  I have to wonder if that was why his behaviour has been unusual this week.

I suspect it had been in the old fridge, and got confused and possibly chased.

Seven more minutes.  Have to go back to bed.