dutchfsu

Just yesterday I rescued a mouse. I say rescued because it was in a situation very close to rat poison, and that sucks because he was a cute lil fucker. Anyway, he came running into the dining hall I work in, right through the front door, almost like he was asking for a plate and a seat at the table. I scooped him up in a box and took him home with me, and released him a few hours later. I wish I had a cage, though. Ida kept him. He was such a cute lil fucker. A Kangaroo Rat, apparently. He looked more like a mouse, and he had a fuzzy tuft of hair on the very tip of his tail. He sure jumped like a kangaroo. And he LOVED croutons.