Cat and Mouse drama, Chapter 2
After I got done posting about the initial cat/mouse drama I watched the cat and her antics for a bit. Some time was spent deciding whether I really wanted to go to bed and possibly wake up with a "present" from my darling kitty on my chest or at my feet.
Alan and I noticed that Pixel was particularly fond of one of my shoes that was upside down at the foot of the bed. She was sticking her head in it and being generally twitchy as if she had found something. Soooo, I pulled the shoe out. I pulled a shoe with a mouse inside out. I then proceeded to do the "girl just almost touched a mouse" dance. Which is funny considering that I used to feed pinkies to my water dragons and had no problem with it. I guess there's a difference between "clean-and-bought-as-food-mice" and "random-disease-carrying-shouldn't-be-here-mouse." Anyway, after my girl dance we had to quickly devise a plan. A shoe box was quickly placed over the shoe/mouse combo. We slid a piece of cardboard underneath it, righted the box and Viola! Now it was 1:00 am and we had a mouse, inside a shoe, inside a shoe box.
What to do now?
We carried the shoe box to the computer room, where Stefan and Sherika were, to get opinions. What do you do with a mouse? If we set it free anywhere near the house, it will just come back in. So should we kill it? Seems kinda harsh... and even if we wanted to, how do you do it? Stefan became a little sadistic, suggesting drowning or smashing with a shovel. Sherika mentioned freezing it. Somewhere in the conversation a garbage disposal was mentioned. So there we stood - the 4 inhabitants of Stucawa with a mouse in a shoe, in a box, with a big dilemma.
We tried asking the mouse, but no response. I named him Harvey. Seemed fitting at the time.
We went to the kitchen sink. We could open the shoe box in the sink just in case the mouse attempts to escape (it made sense at the time). So now the mouse is in a shoe, in a box, in the sink. What now? Mouse trap? Harvey's too smart for that... he's a pro at getting the peanut butter out of traps by now.
The debate over what to do is still going on when we open the box to see a tiny little mouse, curled into a 3 inch ball of cuteness crouching in the corner of the shoe. Talk of shovels and drowning were out. How could we do that to the little guy?? Little Harvey was shifted into a new home, a tupperware container, for easier transport.
So where should we let him go?
Our street is out, he'll find his way home too easily. The elementary school down the street? Not good enough. A park? We need some woods... he'll likely freeze in the night anyway, but at least he'd be in the woods...
Not sure what the logic was in that, but we went with it. So that was that. Harvey the mouse found his new home at Harbison state forest early this morning. Hope he's a fighter... if not, RIP little buddy, RIP.
Alan and I noticed that Pixel was particularly fond of one of my shoes that was upside down at the foot of the bed. She was sticking her head in it and being generally twitchy as if she had found something. Soooo, I pulled the shoe out. I pulled a shoe with a mouse inside out. I then proceeded to do the "girl just almost touched a mouse" dance. Which is funny considering that I used to feed pinkies to my water dragons and had no problem with it. I guess there's a difference between "clean-and-bought-as-food-mice" and "random-disease-carrying-shouldn't-be-here-mouse." Anyway, after my girl dance we had to quickly devise a plan. A shoe box was quickly placed over the shoe/mouse combo. We slid a piece of cardboard underneath it, righted the box and Viola! Now it was 1:00 am and we had a mouse, inside a shoe, inside a shoe box.
What to do now?
We carried the shoe box to the computer room, where Stefan and Sherika were, to get opinions. What do you do with a mouse? If we set it free anywhere near the house, it will just come back in. So should we kill it? Seems kinda harsh... and even if we wanted to, how do you do it? Stefan became a little sadistic, suggesting drowning or smashing with a shovel. Sherika mentioned freezing it. Somewhere in the conversation a garbage disposal was mentioned. So there we stood - the 4 inhabitants of Stucawa with a mouse in a shoe, in a box, with a big dilemma.
We tried asking the mouse, but no response. I named him Harvey. Seemed fitting at the time.
We went to the kitchen sink. We could open the shoe box in the sink just in case the mouse attempts to escape (it made sense at the time). So now the mouse is in a shoe, in a box, in the sink. What now? Mouse trap? Harvey's too smart for that... he's a pro at getting the peanut butter out of traps by now.
The debate over what to do is still going on when we open the box to see a tiny little mouse, curled into a 3 inch ball of cuteness crouching in the corner of the shoe. Talk of shovels and drowning were out. How could we do that to the little guy?? Little Harvey was shifted into a new home, a tupperware container, for easier transport.
So where should we let him go?
Our street is out, he'll find his way home too easily. The elementary school down the street? Not good enough. A park? We need some woods... he'll likely freeze in the night anyway, but at least he'd be in the woods...
Not sure what the logic was in that, but we went with it. So that was that. Harvey the mouse found his new home at Harbison state forest early this morning. Hope he's a fighter... if not, RIP little buddy, RIP.