mouser

there was another animal attack in or around our house yesterday, though one considerably smaller in scale, at least from our point of view. just after we finished dinner, kara very nearly stepped on this here mouse that was on the floor on her side of the bed. it was already injured. at first we thought it was dead, but then i saw it move. kara reports that eliot had been behaving suspiciously earlier in the day, so he's our prime suspect in this matter. he's brought us live birds before. (when we were living in lynnwood, yellow once brought us a live rat in the middle of the night, but that's another story.) without too much difficulty kara scooped the mouse into this box with a magazine. but rather than offering it medical attention, or driving it to the emergency clinic where i'd taken max last week, she dumped it in a neighbor's yard, merely in the hopes that eliot wouldn't engage it again. and the mouse could well be dead now. (or maybe it's okay?) come to think of it, the event was probably at least as traumatic for it as last week's attack was on all of us. if not more so. it's just a matter of perspective, isn't it?