I heard the little rustling sounds last night, and thought nothing of them. I heard them again today, and slowly it dawned that as I was residing in the infested house, I was hearing a mouse.
And yet, without even a whiff of peanut butter (deep respect, Tim), the rodent had carefully and thoughtfully trapped itself, deep within the bowels of a packet of Rice Crispies.
Soon after this picture, it made a bid for freedom, thankfully unsuccessful. I would have liked, on one level, to be the macho man that quickly dispensed with the little chap, but I simply cannot kill in cold blood.
Instead, TL drove our friend out to a layby, some 1.01 miles away, leaving it there to make a new life for itself. This is based on the tip that most mice can manage to come 'home' for up to 1 mile. Liz's extra 100 yards would have been more than enough to demoralise the little chap.
It is strange, on another level, to note that the discovery of this tiny rodent in the Thompson household would have heralded the joyous re-discovery of a friend, or maybe provided a new cage-fellow for those currently managing to successfully cling to life in their self-styled rodent menagerie-cum-hospice.
Ah, the twists and turns of life.
Mice Crispies!
Posted by: Frank | December 20, 2005 at 08:40 PM
Its probably residing in some owls' tummy right now.
Posted by: Tim the Enchanter | December 20, 2005 at 10:18 PM
Comforting thought. Thanks Tim.
Posted by: Liz Marshall | December 20, 2005 at 10:56 PM
Why couldnt you just keep it and sold it to the Thompsons next time they needed one?
Posted by: Ian | December 20, 2005 at 11:11 PM
We did think very seriously about that for at least 30 seconds.
Posted by: Liz Marshall | December 21, 2005 at 05:14 PM
5 secs
Posted by: AndyC | December 21, 2005 at 05:45 PM