Fred and Eleanor cornered a couple of mice on Monday. We’ve easily dealt with one mouse at a time but never two, and weren’t able to get either before going to bed Monday night. Tuesday morning I spotted and grabbed the first and got it outside safely. Within 15 minutes I saw the other hiding in the kitty-litter room and called to Jack to come help me. If someone was watching us, I’m sure that we’d have looked like lunatics, running around in our pajamas, with the dustpan and cheese-keeper (the tool of choice when trying to trap small animals in the home!) in hand, attempting to get the little fellow. When it finally ran into the bathroom, we ran in too and closed the door. It tried to avoid us by running behind the toilet, the radiator, and around the front of the tub as we crawled around on our hands and knees in hot-pursuit.
After about 10 minutes, I thought I had it but it jumped out of my hand and landed on Jack’s back, somehow crawling beneath his pajama top. I suggested he undress in the tub so at least we’ll have it cornered, but then he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and held it tight saying, “I’ll go outside and take it off there. That way, we won’t lose him again!” and with that he jumped up, and shuffled quickly outside to the front of the house and started undressing. He was naked from the waist up but we didn’t see the mouse until it jumped from the waistband of his pajama pants and flew into the bushes. It was our most creative mouse-rescue ever.
I don’t believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive. Joseph Campbell