Squeak!

It runs along walls in darkness afraid of the light. It scurries and leaves traces of its travels and steals what it can through sneaky ways and quiet nature. You can hear it chewing softly as it leaves only crumbs for you. Listen. Can you hear it? Multiplying through forms unseen, there are masses of these that make women screech and run away. But its 'so cute' we say, not wanting to trap and dispose of it. It is masked in softness but inside they are all the same. Hearing the slightest noise is their protection. Available to move before you can, they escape as you draw near. They run. They run fast. Waiting for the right moment you let it take the bait. It is hidden and found where it looks and lurks and waits for the sweet treat to appear. But sweetness is no longer there, a trap is set instead. Crammed inside this jail, none of its kind can escape, they must wait to be set free by their own wit. As preventative measure we put all valuable and nourishing things inside unscented, tightly sealed containers which are out of reach to them. They no longer have anything to look for, and because their sight is impaired, their view of reality is distorted, and therefore they are lost until another one of us finds them....