I'm lying on the couch by the open screen door.
A storm is rolling in. The sound of raindrops and thunder come right through the screen with the suddenly fresh breeze.
The house is quiet. My family is out, and I am home with a sleeping Scally. I don't plan on moving til they get back.
This perfect silence, this purring wind, this solitude is mine.
I fall asleep in the bliss of stillness ... and am jolted awake with a bang.
In confusion and fear, I think someone has dashed into my house and the bang is the sound of the door closing behind them. Glued to the couch, but shaking in terror, I try to collect my thoughts and form a plan.
And then I realize ... the bang was the sound of a mouse trap being tripped, and I have been saved from a different sort of intruder.
The shaking slows, stops, and my heartbeat quiets to its usual rhythms. I can breathe normally again.
If I lie here long enough, someone else will come home and get rid of it, right?
Right?
