So this morning, around 9am at work, as I am sorting and folding panties at the panty bar, one of my manager’s, Jen, lets out a blood curling shriek from the back. I dropped the cotton hiphugger in place and my eyes widened when I heard, “There’s a mouse in the office!!!!”
I immediately turned and ran through the intimates room, the beauty room, and into the back office area and exclaimed, “I will do it! I will catch the mouse! Don’t kill it!” as I looked down and saw the broom standing next to the door. Jen and Alex both awaited outside the office door and gave me my time to catch this little mystery rodent…. if there was one. I thought to myself, “Maybe Jen is just losing it a little bit. Can there really be a mouse in here? How often do you really hear about that?”
But I looked around the office anyway, carefully watching my step. My heart would snap at the same moment’s of the mouse’s if I didn’t watch my foot placement. There was no mouse in the box of manila folders. There was no mouse behind the paperwork desk. There was no mouse behind the stack of boxes and bags leaning against the wall in the corner of the doorway. I got on my hands and knees and really tried to think like a mouse – having three mice as pets and losing them in the house multiple times, you learn how to catch on to the tiny species. As I did this, a light pinged off in my head. The mouse has to be behind the computer desk!! Why? Because it’s warm from the computer tower working to stay on! Mice love warm places! And when your store backroom is as cold as ours, you will take all the heat you can, trust me. So I turned my back towards the small computer desk, lifted my foot up and gave a gentle donkey kick. Nothing. I did it again….
AND OUT CAME THE LITTLE MOUSE! Scurried across the linoleum floor, slipping on its little feet. It was tiny! A baby. I shrieked with fluster and my cheeks had a burn in them from the smile that slathered my lower part of the face. “Mouuuse!!!!!!!!!!!!” I was so excited. All I wanted to do was hold it and take it home with me and feed it crackers in a new cage with a nice wheel. (Note – don’t ever let a mouse lover, catch a mouse)
Both Jen and Alex, who had been sitting outside of the office this whole time jumped and yelled through the door, “Do you need some gloves or a bag?? Take this dust pan! Put the mouse in there!” I gladly took the gloves, after all, who knows if this mouse had any diseases? This poor critter had barely eaten, I’m sure.
“Come here mouseyyyy, I am not going to hurt you. I just want to play with you, you are so cute!” I was happily giving the mouse an opportunity to come back out from the hiding spot. I gave the desk another kick and as the mouse ran back out, I slammed my hands down, hoping to make a dome, but I forgot how fast they are! In the blink of an eye, it squoze its tiny body underneath the doorway and I gave out a warning. We started looking around the floor and the beauty backroom. The only two places it was heading towards. Alas, it was lost again.
Fast forward to 11:45. I am going on my mandatory thirty minute break. As I am enjoying myself, eating my Pepperoni Stromboli from Sbarro’s, I am missing out entirely on all the action going on downstairs. As the story follows, Sam, one of my co-workers, was sitting in the beauty backroom on his break, reading the new issue of Galmour Magazine, when he hears a faint scratching noise. When he sets the magazine down, he calmy sits and stares at our furry friend just sitting on the break table. Without a second thought or fast movement, he takes a clear plastic cup and gently sets it over the mouse and calls for Alex to come look at what he found. As if her scream wasn’t deafening enough, Jen runs in to see if her dream has come true. Low and behold, she screams with more intensity! Oh, how I wish I was there.
As of noon today, poor Gunther (which is what I would have named him if I got to catch and keep him) was set free outside to be with nature and his other homeless mice friends! All is well with the store and the energy at work is restored. I spent the rest of my shift day dreaming how nice it probably was for this small mouse to spend the night (and better half of the morning) inside of a glamorous store with warm smelling scents. It was probably such a nice vacation for it to get away from its regular life with starvation and stress. “Gunther” got to go somewhere unknown and experience something new, while getting the chance to live about it! It may be a mouse, but he/she leaves behind a great story: take a chance and dive into the unknown. It could be bad, it could be bad. It won’t last forever, but it will affect you now. Whether it’s positive or negative (in this case, not too sure how the mouse’s day ended) is yours to decide. Take a risk of something new, or live the rest of your life questioning the result if you had.