Caught Another One!
Sunday, January 25th, 2009I wonder where these little creatures come from. They are furry like me, they run fast like me (not quite as fast, though), they are quiet like me (most of the time), and they like Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups like me.
That’s how mom catches them, you know. She gets a peanut butter cup, breaks in half, and then puts the pieces into a live-trap cage. This cage doesn’t hurt them; it just catches them. Mom checks the cage every morning, and if there’s a mouse in there, she calls Paul (another son), and he takes it down by the creek to let it go. He makes sure to leave the candy with the mouse so he won’t get too hungry.
This morning there was a chubby little mouse in the trap. Mom turned on the kitchen light, and he started squeaking like you wouldn’t believe; it was awful. I can imagine how he felt about being in a place where he couldn’t get out; it must be very disconcerting to say the least. But, I believe he shouldn’t be in our house anyway. I’m sure he has a home somewhere with his family, and he probably got in our house by mistake.
Mom says that living in the country is like asking other creatures to come see who we are. I can believe that. I know I would like to go next door and chase that goat if someone would open one of our gates and let me out.
