[Bungleau]

Greetz, all. Meant to post this earlier today, but I forgot.

My wife called me into the garage this morning, where she pointed to a wastebasket with a hinged lid on it that happens to be in there. She asked me to take a look, because she thought there was an animal in there.

I missed the brain flash to ask me what I would do if there indeed was an animal in there... so I walked over and opened it, not sure what I'd see.

There was a little grey mouse in there. He'd apparently climbed across the lid and gotten caught when he stepped on the hinged part. He'd been there a bit (or been scared a bit), judging by the mouse poop in the bottom of the trash can.

The kids, of course, had to see him (her?) and asked if we could keep Mousie (great! buy her an American Girl doll, and a week later it isn't named. Catch a rotten field mouse, and in less than a minute, it's named).

I decided we weren't going to keep Mousie, and decided to take him for a short walk to the park at the end of our street. The kids had to accompany me, so away we went. Before leaving, my wife asked why I didn't just kill it. Thoughts of "exactly how do I do that? I'm no mousetrap" and "kids, don't pay attention to what I'm about to do" crossed my mind, and I decided to let him live... somewhere else.

We made it down to the park with one minor interruption (a neighbor's dog who was loose and barking loudly), and set him free. Bye bye, Mousie!

'Course, he's probably owl food by now, but you never know...

And I did think of you, LB, but I couldn't figure out an effective way to send him to Mitch without getting the post office mad at me [img]smile.gif[/img]

There. Now back to your regular afternoon Cafe... [img]graemlins/cheers.gif[/img]