This morning, I awoke to the sound of cats making a ruckus in the hall. After plucking Isabella from her crib, we go into the hall to investigate.
I notice that there’s a furry object tucked between the crevice of the wood laminate floor and the wall. (We have to finish the baseboards). At first glance, it appears to be a caterpillar.
As I get closer, I notice a tail.
Henry keeps pawing the little thing, and it begins to move.
Sure enough. We’ve got a small gray mouse in the house.
I grab a Q-tip to try and push the thing out, but Henry’s going bananas and the mouse is wedging in further. So I did what had to be done.
I took the mouse by the tail and yanked him out.
Bella is so excited and asks if she can pet the mouse. I say no as I hunt for a box.
All the while, the mouse is dangling between my fingers and Henry is jumping at my ankles.
Once the mouse is in the box, my mind ponders what I should do with it?
And that is when the thought dawns on me…maybe the girls would enjoy a snack…
P.S. The mouse was resilient. And lived to see the neighbor’s backyard.