Victory! Though completely coincidental, and due in no part to any genius of my own, the smaller of our two house guests has officially taken leave. I found him this morning hiding behind my briefcase in the manner of a toddler who thinks you can’t see him if he can’t see you. Which honestly just made my heart ache even more for the endearingly dense little thing.
With a file folder scooting him across the hardwood floor from behind, and my two year old squealing with joy, “I love him, mommy! I love that little mouse!”, Feivel stumbled through the bedroom curtains and finally tripped past the sliding door.
My husband has come to the conclusion that my little friend was someone else’s misguided house pet who found his way into our comfy cozy home, and that by shuffling him outside I most definitely condemned him to a speedy death by hawk or house cat. I like to think that Feivel was weak and slow moving because of the lack of obvious nutrition in our house, and that his re-release into the wild would surely provide him with a delectable smorgasbord of…whatever it is mice eat…to replenish his weaning rodent strength.
But now, looking back on it? I guess Feivel’s feeble squeaks may have been less of a complaint about the Pee Chee folder, and more of a plea for that cuddly little cage and mouse gym I promised yesterday. And those doe eyes looking up at me less wrath and more “help me”.
Truth be told, when the reality of yet another smelly house pet knocked at my door, my instincts were to shove the little creature out of it. Because let’s be honest, the weekly routine of three jobs, two kids, two dogs, a husband, a house, the gym, the allergist, the art class, the sports class, the play dates and the PTA is already enough to make me crave my own re-release into the wild blue yonder most days.
Funny that I still wouldn’t have it any other way.