This mouse, the little terror that would - who ran the wheel non-stop for days (Jillian, the biggest loser trainer, couldn't run this much!) - stopped. This little mouse, who I have never held but merely steered to where she needed to go, allowed me to scoop her into my hands.
Mice stink - literally. They are messy. They are VERY noisy. I would never recommend a mouse for anyone's house... much less, four!
Yet, I am sad that this little one is sick. I wish I could help her feel better. I hope she drives me crazy on the wheel again.
Amazing that a mouse can creep into your heart. Or at least mine.
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Mouse update... The mouse seems better this morning. We have named her Jillian, in honor of Jillian from the Biggest Loser. She runs that treadmill like nobody's business!!! :)
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