Firstly, let me correct my use of the word elementals
. I thought that didn't sound right when I used it, but finally decided that it must be --
as nothing else came to me. But I was mistaken. Elementals are associated with the powers of the Earth, you know - fire, water, Earth and Wind.
Spirits of those powers.
The word I was looking to use is "familiars".
Familiar spirits were most commonly small animals, such as cats, rats, dogs, ferrets, birds, frogs, toads, and hares. There were also
cases of wasps and butterfly’s, as well as pigs, sheep, and horses. Familiar spirits were usually kept in pots or baskets lined with sheep’s wool
and fed a variety of things including, milk, bread, meat, and blood.
So, what I think I saw was a familiar.
Anyway, the story:
I will preface it by saying that my father was in the hospital dying following a car accident. I had been at the hospital almost non-stop for about
10 days. I was beyond exhausted. I could barely even see straight.
It was late at night when I got home, prepared to stay only for maybe five hours. I sat on the couch facing my fireplace, when I saw a baby mouse
come running out of the kitchen, and it literally leapt upon the hearth of the fireplace, ran the length of it, and when coming to the end of it, it
again leapt (so cute) over onto a bin filled with those fake logs. From there it jumped straight up into the air, which caught the attention of my
Airedale, Satchel, who had been lying in front of the fireplace, who mostly opened her mouth and the little mouse was neatly deposited into it. It
A few seconds later, there leapt upon the scene, a second little fellow who followed the same path, and met with the same end. Yes, RIP.
So I'm thinking in my profound exhaustion "I have mice in the house. I cannot
deal with this right now". So I went to bed.
A couple of nights later I came home again hoping to get a shower and few hours sleep before the hospital called to tell me to come back.
I promise you the same scenario repeated itself. Two more, running and leaping in the cutest way possible, and Satchel disposing of them as quickly
as she saw them. (She also did this outside with baby snakes and moles, even once caught a baby possum, which she brought in alive through the pet
Again I was exhausted, and unless anybody has had to be at the hospital with a dying loved one for day and nights on end, then you don't really know
what exhausted is. But I went to investigate, backtracking their path which led to the pantry in the kitchen. The first door anything might see when
coming in from my garage, is the pantry door. Made sense.
I checked around on the floor, and yes, there was evidence that something had taken up residence there.
Again, I couldn't deal with it. I just thought they are going to have to live here until I can face this, because at that moment, I couldn't.
I'm going to continue this because I'm not sure how long it is. Too long, probably.
edit on 6/10/2016 by ladyinwaiting because: (no reason given)