Things in high places.

So tonight, again, The Troll snatched my phone and again, put it up in a high place that prevented me from reaching it. After trying a few times, and laughing/whining that I couldn't reach it, I had an idea. I walked over to where I was keeping my back scratcher, and used that to get my phone down. Unfortunately I have almost zero coordination, so my phone dropped to the ground, not even touching my outstretched hand.

Regardless, I was pleased. I had succeeded, and I said so with a small dance and repeating "I win!" over and over again. He left me alone for awhile, while he and my boyfriend went into his room to watch Stargate. After awhile, he came out with one of his grins, yes, THAT kind of grin, and stared at me. I let my guard down though, so I wasn't expecting what came next: he took my phone again. I jumped up to chase him, but he'd placed my phone on top of one of the kitchen cabinets. I just stood there, and called to my boyfriend for help. Of course, The Troll, being who he is, immediately said, "don't help her."

"Mike, can I borrow your chair for a second?" I asked, trying not to laugh.

"Nope," Mike said in response. There was random conversation here about how Mike needed the chair to paint his Warhammer figures, which was just them being weird and not helping me. I walked back to get my back scratcher and try to use that for aid, but it didn't work well. Instead I pushed the phone further away from me. I started looking around for a box or something I could use to lift me higher, when Mike got off his chair. I snatched it right away and was able to get my phone down.  I walked back to my computer and sat down, thinking that was it.

I should learn by now that he's never done until he's fast asleep in bed.

He tried to take my phone again. I used my back scratcher to whack him in the arm a few times, so he just grabbed that instead, and ran back to the kitchen. Like a moron, of course I chased him. He took the opportunity to grab my phone  from my hand, and place both the phone and the backscratcher on top of the cabinets above the fridge.

Cue me spending ten minutes using the broom to fish them both down. I managed to do it without using a chair this time, so I was proud of myself. When I had them both safely in hand, I found him sitting at my computer, pulling up "Dance of the Manwhore"

"No, shoo!" I walked over and started slapping him with the backscratcher again until he got back up.

"Fine," he said, sounding like a defeated child. He walked away again, tried to take my phone yet again, but it didn't work, so he just locked my computer and walked off.

He went to bed after the last attempt, so I'm safe for the night. Although I fear what he's dreaming up now, and what more he can come up with.

I have also come to the conclusion that I am his personal lab rat, and everything he does to me is an experiment, and he is training me, or studying me. One of the troll. With him being a troll, nothing he does is predictable.