Eek! A Mouse!
So a month or two ago I send Thomas (13) and Sean (5) out to the van ahead of me while I turn off lights and whatnot and prepare to take them to a doctor's appointment and daycare, respectively. I ended up nearly wearing the cup of coffee I was carrying when they burst back in the door from the garage both excitedly talking about a mouse in the
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When I lived in Florida with my folks, we never knew which it was, but a rat or a squirrel got trapped in some plastic we had rolled up as a window covering for the room addition we were putting on (the room wasn't finished yet). The scratching on the plastic was so loud that it woke up our family from sleep!
What happened? My father went and got a hammer. If you use your imagination, you can figure out what my father and brother decided to do to the poor thing. Needless to say, the plastic was taken down, thrown out, and replaced with something else. We never did figure out what it was.
So... at least you know it's a mouse and not a rat. At least you know it's pretty well furless now, so it's going to seek heat. And maybe, if you get lucky, the darned thing decided it was like Chicken Little, confronted its father, and said, "We need to talk! I'm already small, and I don't think I can handle being bald!"
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