Thursday, July 28, 2011

Two a.m. and she meows 'cause she knows I'll awake ...

Okay, so I talked last month about Little Girl bringing a rabbit into the house.

And I am telling you, the hits just keep on a'comin'.

At two o'clock the other morning, I woke up. Little Girl was meowing at the side of the bed. Then, I could hear noise from the hallway:

"Scree! Eeee! EEEE!"

I didn't have to play Animal, Vegetable, Mineral, because I KNEW which one it was.

I just didn't know what kind of animal.

Bird? Probably. Baby rabbit? Could be, although their squeals tend to be more high-pitched.

Oh Christ. Now I can identify animals by their cries of fear. Super.

I tried to roll over and go back to sleep, figuring Little Girl would finish what she started, but to no avail.

"Scree! Scree! Eeee!"


I got up out of bed and turned on the lights. There was ... something ... in the hallway, but at two in the morning, I was more interested in just getting it out of the house than in discovering what it was. So I grabbed the Cool Whip container and the piece of cardboard, put the container on top of whatever-it-was and the board underneath, and headed outside.

Oh! Did you know there was a great big bright full moon a couple of weeks ago? AT TWO IN THE MORNING? Because there WAS, dammit. No wonder I'm always tired at work.

I went over to the brush line and released what turned out to be a very-much-alive and highly indignant bird. Starling, I think.

Now, here's the puzzler. Don't birds freaking SLEEP at night? Why was Little Girl able to access this bird? Why wasn't it in its nest? And if it WAS in its nest, how did Little Girl get it? Is she now climbing freaking TREES in the middle of the night to get to the birds?

It's like she's got a whole secret life that I know nothing about. And I would prefer NOT to find out about it a two o'clock in the morning.


Oh, and a kabillion points to anyone who can identify the source of the post title.


Anonymous said...

Breathe? I hate those late wake up calls! I used to live on a ground floor apartment and woke up one morning (EARLY) to a grackle flitting around the room--I couldn't find my glassed and apparently screamed enough to get the neighbors up and over to help without asking.

Badass Nature Girl said...

Darn, I was a little late on the title thing. Shucks.

rockygrace said...

DING DING DING We have a winner! A kabillion points to Anonymous.

and sorry, BNG, you snooze, you lose.