I'm not bothered by rats and mice at all. We had a compost bin growing up that was infested with mice and I used to take the lid off and try to catch them.
Once there was one in my parent's pantry on the chest level shelf. I removed everything in there until there was just one can left. I could see its little tail curled around the outside of the can. I grabbed the last can and the little mouse jumped out of the pantry and landed on my chest. We stood there looking at each other, eye to eye for a few seconds, before he ran down and jumped off my leg
So funny! We really did make eye contact and he had this "oh sh*t!" look on his face...
My brother was working on his car in the shed and put his hand into one of the cupboards to grab some parts and he came out with a baby mouse impaled on his finger. Its little bros and sisters survived so he gave them to me. I was about 12 at the time. I nursed the little things (their eyes weren't even open) by feeding them milk through an eye-dropper every couple of hours. I actually kept them alive for a week. One of them had fits after I gave it a bath. They were getting a bit smelly, like sour milk and I asked mum if she thought water would hurt them. She said no, thinking I meant to DRINK. Anyway, after bathing them, one started freaking out and having fits
Anyway, mum and dad made me put them back in the shed and convinced me that their mum would take them back because we were heading down the beach for our annual 3 week summer holiday. I didn't really believe her, even though I wanted to...
Mice are cool!
Just keep moving! And don't be lazy...
SW: 74.3kg - 1/1/09
CW: 71.1kg - 3/5/09