Country Living

This morning Brian and Moxie found three (THREE!) mice in our house. One was dead in our kitchen. One was crawling up the screens in our screened-in porch and one was scampering about the living room like she owned the place. I call her "she" because she was THAT brazen - a little mouse diva, if you will.


Brian removed the dead one and we decided not to worry about the little guy on the porch. So we focused our attentions on the little miss diva in our living room. Moxie had already staked at the joint and at one point even had the diva mouse in her mouth. Somehow, little miss thang got away. Foiled again, Moxie.


Brian fearlessly approached the diva mouse with a gloved hand and an empty splenda bag while I stood on the couch and took pictures. The mouse hid at the bottom of a radiator, in the corner. Not such a diva NOW!


Brian moved in.


Moxie followed.


Brian swooped the mouse into the bag and promptly took it outside. We agreed to let it go in the field. We aren't barbarians, people, we couldn't kill the thing with our bare hands.


So off the neighbor's field Brian went. Most likely, the poor diva mouse will get eaten by a hawk in no time but at least WE didn't kill it right?


After coming inside, all Brian could say was, "Fuckin' Country Livin'!"


Don't believe me? Well, I happened to get the whole thing on VIDEO.



I also took lots of pics:


Locating Diva Mouse...

Moxie staking out the joint....(ignore the dust bunnies!)

The diva mouse....

The mouse goes free (to be eaten shortly by a hawk)...