I know, I know, two bad cliches in one blog title...just bear with me.
With Becca being as crazy busy as she is these days, and with me being moderately crazy busy as I am, there are days when we don't see each other at all in a day.
So, I try to make an effort to see her when I can - usually keeping her up needlessly at night after I get home early from some rendezvous with Caryn.
In one of these awesome times the other night I noticed something moving in her window well.
"AH!" I screamed.
Okay - I didn't really scream. Although, one of my friends had a peeping tom hop in her window well, so I guess I had a valid reason to be scared. But Becca allayed my fears.
"That's just the mouse living in my window well," Becca said.
"Um...kay," I said. "So, what are you going to do with him?"
"Mom told me to leave it in there," Becca replied.
Now - I'm not an animal lover or anything - I don't parade around in picket lines with "Oxen free!" written all over signs I've made - but when it comes to letting an innocent creature die, I don't feel that great about it. Especially in a cold, cold window well.
Therefore, I decided to capture him in the window well and let him free into the wild.
As always, life never turns out as you plan it. He ran away from me and hid in the corner of the window well for a solid five or ten minutes, meaning I had to climb in there to attempt to trap him.
Yup - he came out of the open window and into Becca's room as soon as I climbed in there.
Another ten good minutes was spent chasing him from under her bed, then to under the dresser, then back to under the bed, at which point Becca pointed out that no one needed to know there was a mouse in the house.
I agreed, but it didn't necessarily mean Becca had my back, since she told my mom the next night.
Benedict Arnold. I mean, I heart you Becca! :) And you, Mr. Mouse.