I have a roommate….one I really don’t care for. When Jen and Cammi were visiting, they named him…I think Suzuki, or some other strange name that starts with an S (a semi-mandatory thing on my household). I haven’t seen this roommate in awhile, but I always hear him. He runs across my ceiling daily. I hear him pass through the wall to outside all the time. (My wall is a thin piece of metal with holes where it meets the wooden frames.)
But the worst is those few weeks in which the roommate decides to exclusively spend with me. I am lucky in some ways, that I have a formal bed to sleep on (box spring on the floor, with a mattress on top). But the day I arrived I notice a nice circular hole in the box spring, one for my future roommate. For about two weeks every other month I hear my friend Suzuki running around the box spring, causing such a ruckus that it is difficult to sleep. This mouse is so loud and does not stop running.
If that wasn’t bad enough, the mouse decided to attempt to go outside a different way. He broke my mosquito wire on my window, forcing me to keep my window shut. (Until I can get to the city and by more wire for my window.)
This week he finally left my bed, and I still hear him elsewhere, but that doesn’t bother me. I am just happy that I am not sharing a bed with a rat anymore.
(Rats and mice are the same word in Samoan. And truth be told, I am not sure if Suzuki is a mouse or a rat since I have only seen him once.)