2010/365/5 My Stunned House Mate
Don't worry, he's not quite dead yet.
The past few days I've heard the scampering footsteps of this guy running across my ceilings. Like times before, for some reason, the mice end of trying to explore the bucket I use under my kitchen sink, and then they cant get out.
I heard the rustling in the bag inside the trash can, grabbed it and tossed the whole trash can outside. My hope was to set him free.
At first it looked like the impact had wounded the little fella- his legs were twitching, but the eyes closed.
But after a few minutes I saw him sit up, wrinkle his nose, and take off.
I hope he finds a new place to hang out.
2010/365/5 My Stunned House Mate
Don't worry, he's not quite dead yet.
The past few days I've heard the scampering footsteps of this guy running across my ceilings. Like times before, for some reason, the mice end of trying to explore the bucket I use under my kitchen sink, and then they cant get out.
I heard the rustling in the bag inside the trash can, grabbed it and tossed the whole trash can outside. My hope was to set him free.
At first it looked like the impact had wounded the little fella- his legs were twitching, but the eyes closed.
But after a few minutes I saw him sit up, wrinkle his nose, and take off.
I hope he finds a new place to hang out.