Another Mouse Tale

We finally caught a mouse.

Notice that I said “a mouse” not “the mouse”. That’s because the mouse we caught was a baby: a little, tiny, dark brown baby mouse. Super Mouse is gray and appears full grown.

I took a photo but it didn’t come out very well, what with the gray smoky mouse trap between us. So instead I’ve included a better representation over to the right. –>

Husband calls me into the kitchen with this announcement and he pulls the no-kill trap out of the cabinet. We have no idea how long it’s been in there. He only went after the trap to throw it out because it clearly wasn’t working. There was enough poop inside to suggest that it had been there for at least a day. Either that or the peanut butter didn’t sit so well.

So we stand there staring at the little mouse inside the trap. Minutes pass. “What do we do with him?” he asks.

“I don’t know.”

“It’s just a baby. Can it survive without its mother? It’s so cold outside. Where would it go?”

“Probably back in here.”

“This is why we should get an aquarium, so we can take care of them until it gets warm and then let them go outside.”

I veto that again, explaining why it’s still a bad idea, not least of all because we’d have to clean mouse poop out of the cage. I have no problem picking up my dog’s poop in a little plastic bag but for some reason I’m repelled by the mouse pellets.

In the end, we released the mouse back into the cabinet to go find its family. Yup, right back into the cabinet. What else were we going to do?

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5 thoughts on “Another Mouse Tale

  1. I believe we have. It’s official now. Feeding them was one thing but actively putting back into the cabinet? We’ve lost. I should mention the doxie didn’t bother moving from the couch for the incident.

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  3. Hmmmm, We had a similar experience down here in SW Florida where its not that cold. The culprit wasn’t a mouse however. It was 4 1/2 foot black snake. It came sliding through an open door and introduced itself to my human’s missus. She wasn’t real happy ’bout that.’ My human retrieved the snake and depoisted it outside, ignoring the wife’s request to commit major mayhem on the poor reptile’s bod. Two days later, door open, instant replay. This time ol’ blackie took a 6 mile drive to the mangroves. But, I’m sitting by the door cause sooner or later….
    Sandy
    http://www.sandysays1.wordpress.com

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