MagicEyes:
Awww–poor little oily mousies! They just wanted some oil so they could make some teeny little fried cheese sticks, but they fell in. Sorry one didn’t make it–you did what you could. They are cute little critters. Sometimes in the winter the mice in my neighborhood like to come in where it’s warm, but they’ve never tried to use my oil. I have a live trap so I can take them far, far away and let them go, while I sing “Born Free.”
This reminds me of the time I made my mom give mouth-to-mouth to our dying hamster. It didn’t make it.
Bad breath finally killed it all the way.
Sattua
September 2, 2006, 2:02pm
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In hindsight, maybe it would have been better to put them in the bottom of the bucket, empty, so they could rest, and to try to wash them off with a long-handled paintbrush dipped in soapy water. Hmmm. Now that would have been precious.
Somehow I began the day with only a fish, but now I am a pet owner to a fish and a mouse I “rescued”. Rescued is in paranthesis because I think it would have all been better if I just poured the bottle out outside. But I like the idea of having a pet I rescued.
When my aunt comes over with her dog Sparky and tells me house it’s a Katrina dog she rescued from New Orleans I can gleam and point to “my mouse that I rescued from a bottle of vegetable oil.” It’s almost the same thing.
Well, if it helps, you can look at it this way. You killed your new pet mouse’s Wife, and not he’s living with you plotting revenge. Sleep well!
