I have a mouse story.
In elementery school a teacher read us a story about white footed mice. I loved that story. After the 6th grade we moved to Michigan until the end of January, so a few months. We lived on more acres than any of us even covered. First it was so stinking hot and then freeze your patooty off cold. Anyway, I was forever the dishwasher. I was washing dishes one night and I saw my first white footed mouse ever. Well, since the story was so sweet, I didn't tell my mom, but her and my stepdad found little droppings and bought traps. I hate those things. They scare the crap out of me and make me sick. Not that I don't want them all dead, but these little guys?........So at night when I was in the kitchen, I would make sure no one could see me and I'd feed them. They got to where they would come and take food from me. My parents tried every single kind of bait they could think of, but they never caught one. Just as we were packing to move back to CA, my mom catches me feeding them. Then they both ask what I was doing. I told them about the story and I just couldn't let them kill them, so I had been feeding them. My mom commented on the one I had just feed. She says " They're so fat, they didn't have to go hunt for food. She's been feeding them since the snow started falling." They told everyone about me and my white footed mice. It was always her great story about me making them crazy trying to figure out why they never caught a single one. Years later I moved to Union City with my first 3 girls. They were building a clinic and working on the RR tracks at the same time. Called my mom one day complaining that I was getting mice from the work. She says "Put some crumbs on the stove and make friends. " hahaha, thought she was so funny. When the snakes started coming into the house after mice, I had somene catch them and took them to my youngest brother. His room was like the reptile place I used to work at. I'd just say "Brought another mouse trap for you. Freddy will feed it till you get some."