a night with a mouse 4
Last night, I slept with a mouse by my side. I don’t own a pet rodent, so it was quite shocking when I heard faint scratching and squeaking coming from a roll of posters beside my bed. As I peered down the vertical tube of Audi posters, I discovered my little friend. He was doing everything within his power to get out of that prison, but to no avail.
At that moment, I was left with a decision. I could spend the effort to eradicate the rodent, but I was tired and could not think of a quick and easy way to exterminate the critter. So, with the rest of the house in bed, I simply put a book on top of the posters and went to sleep. I was comfortable going to bed with a mouse a mere 12 inches away from my head because he was trapped. So I proceeded to fall asleep.
But because he was trapped, he spent the night trying to get out, which means he continued to make noise. He woke me up several times by his squeaking and scratching. Finally, in the morning, I took a small paper plate, slid it under the posters and took him outside where we let him go, only to have him start darting for the house. Then we cornered him and I grabbed his little tail and flailed him over the fence. He flew with all legs outstretched in Stuart Little style to his new home on the other side of the fence.