On Wednesday, I shared with you about my ant escapade. I didn't; however, share with you about the rest of the fiasco. Wacky Wednesday is what I am calling May 5, 2010.
Let me recap:
After sleeping in and looking forward to a productive day, I was greeted with unwelcome visitors. Just the beginning.
These unwelcome boogers created 5 hours of cleaning... aside from the 5 assignments I had to complete.
While dealing with this mess, I checked my school email and found out that I had to write a last minute treatment plan for my young client... and meet with my supervisor THAT DAY. So, I began to frantically deal with the kitchen.
While in the process, this jerk crawled across my hand... and then resisted the ant killer, which forced me to kill him manually.
Then... I was off to school.
Afterwards, I decided a needed to spoil myself a little bit before I went back home to the mess. So, I decided that Andy's was just the place to go. Afterall, they had NEVER failed me before.
I ordered a Butterfinger concrete... and couldn't wait to bite into it! After five bits, I bit into something that didn't feel quite right. Yes, of course- why would it be perfect on a day like today? Part of the wrapper was mixed into my concrete. That didn't stop me from finishing it though.
After this, things calmed down for a bit until my friend arrived at my house to complete our many assignments. Shortly after her arrival, another silly mishap took place. My phone was on my lap, and Theodore wanted to be held. So, I pick him up, my phone fell, and we heard a thud (obviously). What we didn't know is where the phone fell to.
I was sitting on the corner of my couch, so I obviously checked in the cushions, between the couch and the side table, under the couch, everywhere. It was no where to be found. Little did I know, there is a tiny space between the cushions where the arm of the couch meet the back of the couch. In the year and a half that I've had this couch, I thought that everything was connected. Afterall, I had never lost anything before. Until now. So, we decided the only way to get the phone was to turn the couch over (me and my little friend, Jen).
Why turn it over you ask? Well, because unlike this couch, my couch has a liner along the bottom. So, anything that falls through, doesn't come out the bottom. So, in order to get my phone, I had to tear the liner off of the staples, reach my arm through to the middle of the couch where my phone shifted in transit, and scratch my arm up getting my phone.
Whew! Enough craziness for one day! Or so I thought.
When all was said and done, we decided we should celebrate Cinco de Mayo and order cheese dip to go. I put Theodore in his bachelor pad, and we were off!!
Upon arriving home, I did not let Theodore out because I was so excited about the cheese dip.
It was then that we heard the noise. The unmistakable sound of scurrying feet. I turned to Jen and asked her what that sound was. She responded with "Theodore." I assured her that he was in his room, and she then swore she saw him run by. I went to his room, opened the door, and sure enough, he was in his room.
So, what made that sound?
I went to investigate. It was then that I found the ant trap I had set below the dishwasher gone... and it just so happens there is a small hole between the dishwasher and cabinets. Hmmm... how convenient.
In this picture, if you look closely, you can see the little black ant trap in the lower lefthand corner of the dishwasher. It is now MIA.
We determined that the sound was coming from the large open space behind the sink... under the sink is storage space, but that ends with a half wall... which then opens up into nothingness.
What is back there? Well, that question generated 33 comments on facebook. A mouse? A baby bunny? A snake? ... That was my mom's input. She encouraged me to play a flute because it would make a snake dance. What a wacko!! ; )
I am convinced that I have at least one mouse. Whatever is back there, it's making me and Theodore crazy. Theodore tried to investigate, but had no luck. Since then, he's tried grabbing whatever is back there with his little paws, but he can't reach back far enough.
The jist of the story is... between ants, spiders, plastic in my ice cream, the quest for my phone, and an unidentifiable guest below my sink, I had a comically crazy Cinco de Mayo. At the end of the day, while on the phone with Andrew, I couldn't help but laugh hysterically at the events that took place.
So, what's next?
Operation "Find that Creature!"