Lest it be said that I am a heartless rodent killer…this little guy was captured after being cornered in the sitting room, used as a biology lesson for the kids, and then set free in a non-critical area on the property.
When I told Quinn that Mr. Baby Mouse needed a place to stay where the dachshunds won’t use him as a quick protein snack, he immediately offered: “The mouse can stay in my room!”
We’ll learn about disease vectors later. For now, Mr. Baby Mouse is off to find his parents in the tool shed. If he comes back into the house and starts messing around in the booby-trapped kitchen, however, I will not be held liable for broken necks.