Anyway, I thought you'd be glad to know that the mouse finally showed up dead on the kitchen floor yesterday morning--death by d-Con, I presume. Just thought I'd clear that up for you. I didn't want that mouse running wantonly through your mind in case you came to visit me.
Incidentally, I didn't tell you that the night the mouse got loose, one of our ferrets escaped from her cage during the night as well. I was vaguely aware of something walking over me as I was sleeping. My subconscious remembered the mouse, and I came very close to slinging my sweet baby ferret across the room. Fortunately, I opened my eyes and realized that it was Sugar Baby, and not Mickey or Minnie Mouse, and I collected her and put her back in her bed. I told you we lived in the Ark.
FYI, ferrets are not rodents. They are in the same family as weasels and skunks, as I've mentioned before, but I don't guess that endears them to you any more than rodents, if you're not inclined toward small, furry animals. We think our white ferrets resemble miniature baby polar bears. One of our gray ones, Baby Bear, looked somewhat like a raccoon. You can see him below with the black "mask" on his face. In any case, we're making sure the 2 we have left stay very far away from the d-Con!
Baby Bear, Bandit, Sugar Bear, and Smokey
Just in case you don't want to be left with the image of a room open to the dirt below, I'll repost this picture of the finished floor:
May all your "afters" have happy endings.
Love'n furry stuff,