IF GOD SHOULD BE A MOUSE

living with other beings

Snowed in, in the woods of Amherst with each tree branch bearing snow and testimony that a blizzard has passed this way. 

Spring but;.

I find the winter mice have yet to leave. The brown ones are field mice by summer habit and my roomers in winter.

Mice are very clean people in terms of their own well being.  I am sure their beds and immediate furnishings are impeccable.

However for my well being they are filthy little things.

They poop in any cup left on the counter.

And on the counter top, full knowing I will clean for the next usage.

I am in servitude to mice, as well as being food & housing provider, rent free.

They are also extremely intelligent with a keen since of direction.

I have on occasion done live traps, and carried them far away.

Once in the town circle, I freed one in the park trash can, it popped out ran between my legs and towards the truck.  I could not see but I am sure it rode back home with me,

Once I threw one in the brook pool it looked up at me and swam towards the shore.  I ran to the truck and left quickly.

One time I found a baby swimming in the toilet, put it in a plastic container with air holes to set loose in the morning.

By morning the Mom had chewed a big baby hole and taken her kid back home.

One time I put one just outside the house knowing it was a baby and maybe the Mom would take the hint,   well it stood there shivering, so I brought in back in the house, what is one more .

I will not use poison, dogs might get, and I would not want to be poisoned.

Once so angry, I set one of those spring traps with cheese, setting is not easy, crushed my fingers several times, finally got it set, put it on the counter top...      I kept checking. Still angry.   Then before I went to bed, I looked, and said carol, how will you feel in the morning when you look at that poor dead being?   It may have had kids waiting at home.

I set the trap release with a pen, (no crushed fingered fool here) and cleaned up the flying cheese.

If God should be a mouse I am heaven bound.

carol