The other day one of my chooks found a dead mouse that Tobey, my barn/house cat, had killed. It was mostly intact with some middle parts missing.
Said chicken pecked around on it a few seconds and before you could blink, she went slurp and down it went, head, tail and all!
One time when DH was traveling, I was lying in bed just drifting off, when I heard this little scritch-scratch somewhere in the air near my head. I leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp and, lo and behold, there was a wee mousie clinging to the top of the lamp shade!
Now I'm not really afraid of mice, but it startled me so much that I screeched and scared the poor mouse. He skittered off and after a few wakeful moments of wondering where he had gone, I went on to sleep.
Imagine my surprise when I got up the next morning to use the bathroom, and there was the poor little mousie floating inside the toilet. I always claimed that I scared him so much that he drowned himself!
ETA: And, Laurie, I love your blog and writing style, too! Big fan here!
