Mice

Over the past month, we have caught over 10 mice in our so-called "live traps." 

• 7 made it to local parks at least two miles away (so not to find their way back);
• 1 we brought to a park, but not soon enough...;
• 1 "slipped out" in the car on the way to a park (Clara only opened it a "teeny tiny bit" to peek);
• 1 we found dead under the dishwasher.  (See below.)
• 1 we found dead on the patio.  (Could our deaf and blind cat really be so skilled?)

In her dinnertime gratitudes, June always expresses thanks for the mice, our newest pets.  In the middle of the night, John says "mouse" to calm himself down and get back to sleep.  Clara all but kisses them inside the trap.  And Will battles to be the one to let them out.  It's sweet how they have quickly become a welcome part of our home life.  Most will miss them when they're gone.