You’d get it if you saw that episode of Will & Grace.
So. This morning at 6 AM, just after the rooster crowed and I shot it, I went and checked the glueboards I set out lastnight before bed. The fourth board caused the first word out of my mouth this morning to be “gotchya!” A TOASTER! No. I got the dang mouse. Now what. What the heck do you do with a mouse glued to a glue board? What’s protocol? Rinse in warm water and release? Uh. I needed coffee.
And so I put the mouse, glued to the glue board, on the counter. And I pondered it over a cup of coffee. And I looked at the cute little pictures on the sides of the glueboard boxes I had out.
I’m a wildlife artist, and this is NOT my nature. Uh, can I keep him? He’s so cuuuuute. No? Back to the box.
“The Neighbor Kid” (because I know he’ll get a tickle that I called him that on my blog) said I should take him by the tail and peel him off the board. OMG. Wouldn’t that be like scalping the hair off a beggar? No way.
And so my conscience weighs on me again, another beautiful innocent creature dies at the hands of the so-called “Nature Lover”. But before you cast all those stones at me, let me just say – as God and my Husband are my witnesses, I didn’t mind having him as a house guest until – UNTIL – I had to reposition my monitor yesterday morning and guess what? Mouse turds. ALL OVER MY DESK. No, thankyou. He was making out with my mouse while I was sleeping. That just grossed me out. At that moment, it was him or me.
Boy do I feel like a hypocrite, though.
