So I wake up this morning morning to find a small mouse clinging to my shower curtain ("I'm dark gray against a white background! He'll never see me!") I suspect the critter was stirred up by renovations to the adjacent apartment. After some negotiation ("Come back here!") I managed to coax it into a box. The mouse's initial freak-outedness quickly gave way to hunger, and I have returned to find it happily munching on a grape.
Don't really have any inclination to keep a wild mouse, of course. But I do have to resist the urge to name it.
Don't really have any inclination to keep a wild mouse, of course. But I do have to resist the urge to name it.
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fatality:
Thanks so, so much for your comment on Why the Caged Bird Sings. I really appreciate it.
fatality:
I'm not sure who the first is, but I wouldn't say Coover is too far off!