Mom is insane, and I need to share it with all of you.
On Thanksgiving, she caught two mice in a sticky trap. One died, she pried the other one free and sent him across the street into the woods. She bought new humane traps, and she told me she thought the mouse came back twice, getting caught each time in the new trap. I believe the video clip is from the third attempt to send the mouse away, making sure he has food and bedding. And yes, she named him Mickey.
She called this morning, and I asked, "Did Mickey return?"
My Mom yelled, "Yes!"
When last I left her, Mom said the mouse was sleeping in the trap. "I tried to lure him out with an almond. He won't budge!"
There's still a chance this could be multiple mice. I'm heading over, and we're going to try and confirm that this is the same mouse making many happy returns.
"I should write a Children's book about this," my Mom told me. "Mickey Come Home!"
"You'll probably have to change his name to Ricky for legal reasons," I said. "Otherwise I'm behind you a hundred percent."
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