I am in the midst of lions;
I am forced to dwell among ravenous beasts—
men whose teeth are spears and arrows,
whose tongues are sharp swords.
- Psalm 57:4
Has not my inheritance become to me
like a speckled bird of prey
that other birds of prey surround and attack?
Go and gather all the wild beasts;
bring them to devour.
- Jeremiah 12:9
I wrote a few times recently about how my wife has been interrupting me and getting quality writing time has been in short spurts.
The other day, she asked me to come to the bedroom. Usually, she calls on the phone, but this time she yelled.
A mouse was in the bedroom. She demanded I get a trap, any kind of trap. I had some old spring traps – those not considered humane.
“Fine,” she said, “as long as the mouse was gone. Place it around my tower of towels (an organized rack that contained towels).”
I did so. Within five minutes, the trap sprang. She called me in to dispose of the mouse. The cheese I had used for bait was gone, but there was no mouse. As I studied the trap, not finding any tuft of hair, the mouse ran out from under the heating unit. He saw me and ran back, but then he reappeared and stared at me. Was this a showdown? Or was the mouse thinking, “Hey, that was good cheese. I’m still hungry. Try it again!”
So I did, with the same result. On the third try, the mouse never returned.
My wife said that I needed a different style of trap. Obviously this little mouse had figured out how to trip the trap without injury and then eat the cheese.
My theory was that the tiny mouse was simply full, and he would be back tomorrow.
Soli Deo Gloria. Only to God be the Glory.