The Hunters Emerge

Today both of the men in my life showed their hunter instincts. I admit I was a grossed out by both episodes.

As Gusi and I were getting ready to go out the morning, I heard him "shoo-flying" in the hallway, that is to say, he was trying to get rid of a housefly and was telling it "shoo-fly" in Spanish. Since I was putting on my shoes to go out the door, I called him over. When he eventually got there, he handed me a small black ball of something. I said thank you and started to examine it. I should have put two and two together. It was a scrunched up small (and I assume slow) housefly. I dropped it immediately and told the house keeper to sweep up in the living room. I was so grossed out. I washed Gusi's hands and my own twice.

Later in the evening, after Gusi was in bed, PapaGus and I were in the kitchen as he had dinner (Gusi and I ate earlier). There are all sorts of weird noises that go on in the house, so many that I've just learned to tune them out. But PapaGus noticed a sound that I hadn't. He leaped out of his chair and began pulling the kitchen cabinets away from the wall (the bottom ones aren't attached to the wall, just the top ones), then he grabbed one of the big kitchen knives and started stabbing at the ground. I was on top of a chair at this point and we were arguing; he wanted me to come down and help him, I refused. When I saw his logic in trapping the mouse I came down and we thought we had it trapped under the freezer (we have a traditional fridge/freezer and a very large deep freezer as well), but it had disappeared into thin air. Poof! We cleaned up, started putting food that was in plastic bags into plastic storage containers (of which I now need a lot more) and washing dishes. Then we moved to our usual spots: me on the couch in the living room, PapaGus to the dining room table, both of us on our computers. After a while PapaGus jumps out of his seat again. He eventually traps the mouse in the hallway, again, arguing with me to do my part. At least I didn't hesitate as much this time. We had the mouse trapped. I threw one of PapaGus's shoes down to block the path while PapaGus chased him in my direction. And then with the end of our umbrella it was done. One mouse down, who knows how many to go.

I was a reluctant team player today, I fully admit it. I have realized I am much more comfortable being a gatherer; the hunting will be left to the men in this family.