A few nights ago I walked into our bedroom and thought I saw a little shadow dart from behind the dresser towards the bed. I thought it was my old arch-nemesis, a cockroach (oil-thief in Darija). Startled, I did a double take and realized it was a little bigger, and a little furrier than my enemy. I jumped up on the bed and yelled for Corey to come quickly.
Indeed, we had a late-night visitor, a mouse (far). After about an hour and a half of our feeble attempts to catch the little guy who thought he could make our house (dar) his new home, we decided to shut the bedroom door and sleep in our salon. Early the next morning, Corey worked his husband magic and caught the mouse and threw him out (alive) through our sixth floor window. Corey watched him hit the ground. At first he only twitched a little, and then he got up and quickly ran off, afraid of becoming the neighbor's cat's next meal. Poor mouse.
It was a really funny experience and I decided that I could start a new children's book series called "There's a Far in my Dar."
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