Chooha’s Diary

Please! My name is not Chooha. I belong to the chooha species and I don’t have a name.  Since I am not a member of Homo Sapiens or any of their pets’ species, they don’t care enough to give a name.  Only two mice in Disney’s imagination have received names till now.

But that is not the subject of my story.

I want to tell the world, that in last few days, I have learnt two life-lessons:

   1.                  Small is beautiful, small is strong.  I may be small but I am not helpless

       2.                    The humans are actually afraid of us, so they are after our life

See, I am not under-estimating them.  But they did. They initially ignored my presence. Later, when they found the droppings on the kitchen slab, the lady of the house was alarmed.  I know it is the sheer obsession with cleanliness, not that she will get a plague.

But then the bugles were blown and war was on.

They closed all doors and windows and holes and hollows, they knew.  What they did not know was that my magnificent presence was already there near the small gap in the pantry. For few days I had a lovely treat of flour, biscuits, wood.  See, we are not very finicky.  If not food, we will do with wood.

But then the humans were threatened again.  They care a lot too much about their life, almost believing that life will never end.

So, they chased me once.  I must agree, I ran for life but then I had fun too.  I like dangerous games.

Only trouble was that the lady saw my route.  She turned out to be smarter than I had thought.

The next evening, they put a sticky mat at the kitchen entrance, intending to catch me…dead or alive.  The smart humans did not know I was smart too.  I have seen one of my heartthrobs getting stuck at the malicious sticky mat and losing life; so I was careful. 

But then I had to bite the wooden doors with the belief that someday I will be able to make a hole to enter the kitchen.  I very carefully moved aside the mat.  I had to be extra careful with my long tail. I continued biting off the wooden door.

Next day, I can imagine, the lady could not have comprehended what was happening.  She put the mat once again, and again. Again and again I neatly moved the mat and did my job.

I tell you, humans are a threatened species.  They will do anything to claim their space over everything on Earth..and few years later, on Mars. Only, be sure, the initial experiments will be carried out on us.

Anyway, the fourth evening of war was on and they placed the mat vertically, obviously imagining that when I try to remove it, my whiskers or mouth will get stuck.  They imagine too much!

But then, I did my job again neatly, removing the sticky mat like a door being opened.  While doing that, I noticed that few small cockroaches and a small translucent baby lizard were caught and were dead. 

The family got a new mat then.  As it would have happened,  the naughty neighbourhood kid got caught in that when the kids were chasing each other.  The family members spent a day scrubbing the glue off the floor, the kid’s legs, off the wash room.…

But I am walking free even today.  They have now closed all the avenues but I visit there just for the fun of it and my sheer need for innovation.  Innovating new tricks to fool the endangered species.

The war is on.  I am not worried about life coming to an end.  They are afraid.  They live long and die very old and sick.  Not us.

Oh! The humans…

Till I die, I will enjoy them.

They moved my cheese

I will move them......