The Tidy Mouse
Jan. 12th, 2024 04:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysabetwordsmithA man in Wales found his workbench inexplicably cleaned up overnight. So he set a camera to record it ...
... and found a mouse.
My first thought was, "World's best glamour, it even holds up on camera!"
Because Wales is home to faeries, and they're known for tidying. They're also known to disguise themselves as other critters, among which mice are a favorite. Admittedly, handling metal parts is somewhat less likely, but there are a few fey who can even handle cold iron.
Mice will gather food, or bedding, but they are messy and leave traces. They don't tend to meddle with things that aren't edible, gnawable, or shreddable. They mess things up rather than putting things away. I suppose it's theoretically possible for a mouse to behave in an unmouselike manner, but it seems a far stretch.
In a situation like that, turning a camera on the spot is damn risky. You might just get abandoned. You also might get hexed up one side and down the other. This guy was so, so lucky.
... and found a mouse.
My first thought was, "World's best glamour, it even holds up on camera!"
Because Wales is home to faeries, and they're known for tidying. They're also known to disguise themselves as other critters, among which mice are a favorite. Admittedly, handling metal parts is somewhat less likely, but there are a few fey who can even handle cold iron.
Mice will gather food, or bedding, but they are messy and leave traces. They don't tend to meddle with things that aren't edible, gnawable, or shreddable. They mess things up rather than putting things away. I suppose it's theoretically possible for a mouse to behave in an unmouselike manner, but it seems a far stretch.
In a situation like that, turning a camera on the spot is damn risky. You might just get abandoned. You also might get hexed up one side and down the other. This guy was so, so lucky.
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Date: 2024-01-15 04:56 am (UTC)The first house we owned, after our son was born, was an old carriage barn, and it was so steeped in local history it might as well have been showing documentary movies on its walls. It was generally good to us, and we were sorry to have to move (my husband's job). The next house was the one before the one we're in. It was a "tract house" from the 1950s, and I had grown up in a similar type of house, so I understood all the tricks it tried to play on us. And this place here is a vaguely "winterized" beach bungalow, and if I owned it instead of renting I'd upgrade a lot of it - buy higher amperage electrical service, replace the furnace with a split-cycle system to heat and cool as necessary, replace the insulation the raccoons removed, re-do the roof with solar panels (and sell power back to the grid) - maybe even install an elevator and perhaps even a "dumb-waiter". And I'd have the whole building lifted, which is very popular around here since Sandy, and many people make the ground floor a garage. (But a garage that's vulnerable to flooding is no use as a workshop.) Yeah, when I win the lotto.