Not the mouse from this morning--he's still alive and well and living under my cupboards. Nope, a DIFFERENT mouse.
Every time Andy is gone I go through this. I don't know if the cats think that I they need to feed me while Andy is gone--which would be odd as they've never seen HIM present me with a mouse. I think that would be grounds for divorce, frankly. Or since I am the Most Favorite Human, maybe they're trying to bribe me not to let him back in as when he's gone they can both sleep with me. I think I might honestly feel better if they showered him with vermin as well when I'm gone, but they don't. They wait until I'm back and I get animals then too. And take turns sleeping on me.
Whatever their motivation may be, I walked into the downstairs bathroom and found a dead baby mouse.
Or I thought he was dead. He looked dead. I got the broom & dustpan, and thought as long as we were already IN the bathroom....I dropped him in the toilet bowl. AND HE STARTED SWIMMING!
I am a softy of the highest order. I have not set a trap outside the hole where the first mouse of the day disappeared because I just can't bear the thought of killing anything, but how do you fish a struggling mouse out of a toilet bowl?
I closed my eyes and flushed the toilet. I know he must have been pretty badly injured, I know it might have been the kindest thing to do after all.....but I still feel bad. Now if it had been one of the moles that are terrorizing the garden.....
I think I'm going to lock the cats inside until Andy gets home. Three mice in three days is perhaps my limit.
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I once had a mouse swimming in the dogs' water dish, it was kind of a pail shaped thing so it was quite deep, and I didn't know what to do with it...so I threw it out a third story window (cuz that's where my apt was, I didn't run up the stairs with it or anything), I silently apologized to the mouse for his/her sudden flight to (presumably) death, but I didn't know what else to do!
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