A Country Mouse Story

So we’ve known that we had a mouse.

And I was excited that the mouse poop was blue. That meant that the mouse was eating the blue mouse poison.

I’d seen the mouse in Real Time– running behind things.

The other day Mr. Big Food saw it too!

Look! The mouse.

It just so happened that everyone at that time was hanging around the perimeter of the kitchen.

Where? Where? Oh There!

Daughter C and Kat squealed like little girls when they saw it.

Where is it now? Behind the crumb catcher!

Turns out, it was in the crumb catcher. Duh. I threw a towel over it and released it outside.

And then I had guilt pangs about this. It’s poop was already blue. It was dying. And i’d released it to die outside in the cold.