Rebecca found a mouse in Zac's room last night. I didn't want to be frightened, but there was real terror in my heart. Why mice? Why are they awful to us? Becca said: "What if people got kittens in their home instead?" What if? What if. I think my main problem with mice, is the way that I associate them with disease, and also scuttling across my face while I'm dreaming about nudity in the woods. This particular mouse was, I think, almost dead. We put him in an empty Otter Pop box and left him in the shelter of the bush by the curb. Poor dead guy. I'm comforted by the idea of Little Orphan Orange and Poncho Punch standing by, during his precious dying moments.