Yup, another one this morning. Michael took it to work with him in case it's the same one. I assume he's going to release it (and not train it to bring him tea). Had to leave a note to the cleaning lady to explain why the kitchen trash can is gone.
Mouse (say hey, that's capitalized, not just because it's at the beginning of the sentence) reminded me of a mouse I encountered in New Orleans with her comment.
While walking along Bourbon Street, we came upon an overturned beer can. Well, we came upon many of those, but this one had a small mouse lapping at the stream proceeding from the can. We were amazed that the little guy didn't seem to care how close we were getting. Finally, I stomped about two inches away from him. I've never seen a mouse stagger before, but there he was. He took almost a full minute to "escape" from us. Come to think of it, we may have saved his teeny life!
|Still not sure if it's really five mice or just the same two over and over...|