Every country home should have a mouse, right? We were warned to expect this and one finally made its presence known by chewing a small hole in our bag of wheat based cat litter we have stored in the basement. There's also one drawer in the kitchen that it gets into, which really ticks me off because I could use the storage space. I prefer to think of it as a single, unattached mouse, instead of an extended family of mice. The word "mice" conjures up thoughts of hantavirus and other nasty visions, whereas a mouse feels friendlier and slightly cartoonish, like a little vest wearing mascot. Anyway, the presence of this mouse is another reason why we're letting Luna have free access to the basement. I don't require that she eat it, just that she make it uncomfortable enough to consider a change of residence. Given that Luna continues to have a robust appetite, I'm pretty sure the mouse is still sharing quarters with us. Maybe I should consider charging it rent.
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