My daughter was watching The Pioneer Woman this morning and one of the children on the show found a mouse and was playing with it. Immediately her three year old son informed her that he needed a pet mouse because, "they're so tute."
I guess he takes that trait after his Nana.
Once when I was a little girl I found a baby mouse and I played with it all evening. (What was I thinking?) I carried it around and petted it and it would try to scurry away. I'm sure the poor thing was scared to death! It was much better than playing with a baby doll, or even my cat or dog who would get away from me. The little mouse couldn't get away.
We lived in a brick house that had a brick ledge along the outside of the windows. When nightfall came I put that baby mouse on the ledge, thinking it couldn't get down, and that I would come back to retrieve it in the morning and continue playing with it. Imagine my surprise and sadness when I went back outside the next morning to find my beloved friend gone.
I wonder what my mother would've done had she known I was playing with a mouse and possibly let it inside! Gasp!
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