24 February 2006
Mice to Meet You.
Friday morning, 7:10am. Living Room.
As I sat on the couch eating my cinnamon bagel, I heard a muffled squeaking sound. Joe heard it too. It sounded like a cornered squirrel or an early bird outside your window at 5:30am on a Saturday morning.
I asked Joe what/where he thought the sound was. He had a look around and what did he find under the sink? A little brown mouse named Jordy trapped in a big glass vase. Joe evicted him and we started thinking about the invisible colony that may or may not hiding out under there.
When I left for work, I saw the mouse prints running around the snow in the front yard. Poor Jordy—must have been cold on those little feet of his. I don’t know where he ended up, but there were no signs of struggle. Which means the neighbourhood black cat wasn’t out yet. I sort of feel sorry for him, but not enough to offer him the cupboard under the sink. Not even if he paid rent.
As I sat on the couch eating my cinnamon bagel, I heard a muffled squeaking sound. Joe heard it too. It sounded like a cornered squirrel or an early bird outside your window at 5:30am on a Saturday morning.
I asked Joe what/where he thought the sound was. He had a look around and what did he find under the sink? A little brown mouse named Jordy trapped in a big glass vase. Joe evicted him and we started thinking about the invisible colony that may or may not hiding out under there.
When I left for work, I saw the mouse prints running around the snow in the front yard. Poor Jordy—must have been cold on those little feet of his. I don’t know where he ended up, but there were no signs of struggle. Which means the neighbourhood black cat wasn’t out yet. I sort of feel sorry for him, but not enough to offer him the cupboard under the sink. Not even if he paid rent.
