And I don’t just mean molt – it was firing tufts of hairs into the air like you see those plants doing on the nature shows. I think it watched too much National Geographic while it was lying on the floor in front of the TV.
It was lying there scheming and anytime something went near it there would be a spurt of reindeer hair and the person or animal – mainly cats of course – would be covered and would scatter hair all over the place. Did it think that it was going to spread itself over the apartment and grow little Reindeer rugs everywhere?
Of course Sissi and Monika would then also lie on the rug to collect more hair and take it into the far flung reaches of the apartment and I mean all over the apartment. The hairs were absolutely everywhere. In our clothes, all our drawers, shoes, socks, toothbrush mugs, saucepans, microwave, fridge, oven, letterbox. I found some in the fruit section in Spar and on the seat of a tram I caught to Simmering.
First I moved it to the guest bedroom and this had almost no effect because these Reindeer hairs were the Vasco da Gamas of the dead animal kingdom and migrated all over the house even through locked doors. It was like snow. I had to shake the fecking stuff out of my underpants in the morning before I could put them on. Believe me when I tell you that you do not want to wear underpants with Reindeer hair in them.
So yesterday I waited till it was asleep and took it unawares. I pounced on it. It struggled like a demon - and rolled it up. Secured it with gaffer tape – wrapped it in two layers of plastic and then another two rounds of gaffer tape. Let the little fecker get out of that one!
I put it in a large plastic box in the basement. I can hear it struggling when I go down there but the gaffer tape I use is as strong as steel.
We are probably going to Iceland for Christmas this year and I think we will take it with us and let it go. It would be nice to see it bound off into the distance – free again – scattering great clouds of hair as it goes.
We would have to be careful as we free it as it could well turn on us and cause dreadful injuries. I will stand by with a lawn mower just in case.
I really hope as it races off someone brings it down with hunting rifle. I would like a picture of it. Or I could take it home as a trophy.