Dedicated to Rachel. In her time of need.
I was hired by University Place Presbyterian Church so quickly that I moved to Tacoma without a place to live. Luckily, my cousin owned a house in the area and Jimmy let me temporarily hijack his living room. I struggled to find a decent place that would
allow for my 80lb monstrosity of a dog
fit my criteria. Gradually, I became the annoying cousin that overstayed her welcome
One day, Jimmy called me and asked me to pick up a mouse trap from the store. I came home with an arsenal of every rodent trap known to man. Jimmy laughed at the overkill, and assured me that we probably didn’t have mice.
As I lay on the floor that night, I tried to convince myself that I was hearing the house creaking and not the scurrying of little feet. Suddenly, I heard a mousetrap go off in the kitchen… and, a scrape sound as the mouse dragged the trap behind him.
I rushed into Jimmy’s room, jumped onto his bed and screamed like a crazy lady about the kitchen. Jimmy, in a sleep induced stupor, tried telling me to go back to bed. After several more moments of jumping up and down on his bed, Jimmy realized that he needed to go investigate. While I guarded his bedroom from atop my post, Jimmy stalked into the kitchen. I heard a loud WHAM! And, after a couple seconds, two more. WHAM! WHAM! Jimmy had finished the mouse off with a large boot.
Without so much as a word, Jimmy hauled my mattress into his room for the night. I had a new apartment within two days and I didn’t stay at Jimmy’s during those 2 days. In hindsight, I’m starting to wonder if it was Jimmy’s plan to get me out all along…