This last weekend we had some family visiting and one of our nieces heard us talking about our mice/vole problems in the garden (remember the video about the lengths the little varmits made us go to?) .
She asked Brian to take her and see if they could find any baby mice. He tried to ignore her. She asked again. He said, “sure,” thinking the whole time he’d just walk out with her, look around, not find anything and come back inside.
Did he not remember the hundreds (believe me, I wish I were exaggerating…) of mice/voles we had seen scurrying all around the garden shed last summer?
Well, I hadn’t. But I did hope.
To no avail. Look at this smile:
And before I get any comments, I know mice can be cute…but not when they multiply like, well, mice. And most certainly not when they eat the vegetables I planted to feed us.
So the funny part is Brian comes in all smug saying, “She thinks it’s sleeping, and it’s been “sleeping” for an awfully long time, so don’t worry, it’s probably not alive.”
Sure. In a month that thing will produce it’s own little litter (if it’s a female), and I don’t want it on our property (I’m thinking- “yeah! we finally caught one!”).
So we leave for a couple of hours and when we come back the thing is still “sleeping.” I want it gone, but our niece and her dad decide to let it go a ways up the road. They come back and tell me two comforting pieces of information:
1. It actually seemed to grow in those afternoon hours and it’s eyes were open.
2. It squeeked at them, very healthy and alive as they let it go.
Joy to my soul, I tell you.