Thursday, July 12, 2012

The Summer of Mice

I will always think of the summer of 2012 as "The Summer of Mice." Barney just brought in his third mouse so far. The first one was paralyzed from the waist down. (I guess mice have waists.) The second mouse was dead. This third mouse, the one he brought in about 45 minutes ago, was just playing possum. I was freaked out, but thought it was dead.  I yelled at Barney and he ran back outside. I went to get the mouse and it moved. I woke up my husband and when he tried to get the mouse, it darted away. So now we have an angry traumatized mouse loose somewhere in our house. Yuck. The good news is Barney has come back inside. I hope he finds it.

5 comments:

haphazardlife said...

Can I borrow Barney for the cottage?

Ian Lidster said...

I don't really mind mice all that much. It's rats that make my skin crawel.

geewits said...

Jazz,
~~Not until he finds this mouse.

Ian,
~~These are not tiny little field mice. These are big boys. My Sweetie actually thinks they are rats, but they are far more attractive and have grey furry tails. They are just very large mice.

VioletSky said...

and they are so much fun to play with, says Barney.

geewits said...

VioletSky,
~~Yep. He does like to play with them.