On the second floor, a baby mouse (about the size of my hamster's head) was inadvertently captured when it smelled peanut butter and fell into the sink. My housemate, Yuki, arrived at home and found a small mouse bouncing around. It was too small to gain the elevation required to escape the sink, though. Yuki poured the water out of the empty peanut butter jar and captured the mouse.
That night, I walked up to the second floor to see the little critter. Yuki carefully opened the peanut butter jar, and a very, very small rodent looked up at me pathetically. Its fur was spiky and drenched in a mixture of peanut butter and water. Tiny black eyes stared at me, and then House Mouse gave a mighty leap in an attempt to free itself. Yuki slammed the lid back on.
Known Fact: I like rodents. I decided to rescue the House Mouse from its peanutty conundrum. I carefully transfered it to an old hamster ball.
I placed a breadstick in the hamster ball as a snack. The breadstick probably equalled the mouse in volume.
The House Mouse was very cute. I aaalmost considered keeping it, except it was so small that it would have escaped any cage I put it in.
At length, it came time to transfer House Mouse into a carrying container. The next morning, Yuki was going to release House Mouse into some bushes. I prepared a cozy little home as best I could.
The small home included some oats and a water-soaked paper towel to lick. Ken helped me transfer House Mouse into the new container. House Mouse almost escaped. Finally, before I took the package upstairs, I wrote a letter so that the people living on the 2nd floor would know that something other than oats was in this oats container:
The note read:
Safe travels, small rodent!
(Note: the 3rd floor has caught and released 3 mice now... two larger mice and one tiny one.)
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