I wouldn't have believed a story like this if it hadn't actually happened to me...
About two weeks ago on a Saturday night, I was alone in my bedroom here on the farm, just perusing the internet, when I heard a rustle from across the room. It didn't take me long to figure out that it wasn't "Lucky" - my sister's cat - because my door was closed and when it is, Lucky doesn't visit.
Not too long passed before I heard it again and saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. I was quick enough spinning my head around to see that it was a tiny little mouse, hurriedly scurrying under the closet door.
What to do?
Mice are common everywhere, but especially on 150 year old farms. I refuse to set traps or put out poison bait (I'm an animal lover, but not fanatic), so I formulated a plan to get a plastic bucket, and then trap him if he came out again.
He did.
And he was FAST - he zoomed out to take a look at me and then zipped back under the closet door. So, I resolved to just sit here quietly on the bed and wait for him to scurry out again...and get close enough for me to get the bucket.
His next move was to dash like heck from the closet to under the bed, where I figured he'd pop out eventually and I could get him.
Well, about ten minutes went by without me making a sound, and I started to wonder what the heck he was up to when - and like I said, I wouldn't believe it if I heard someone spinning such a "yarn" - I both heard and felt a rustle RIGHT BESIDE ME.
I looked down...and he looked up.
He was sitting right beside my leg.
I didn't even know mice could climb bed covers, but apparently they do.
So I easily got him in the bucket and took a couple of pictures, then took him outside and released him.
I told my sister about it when she got home from work, and she didn't really believe me, but as God is my witness, that cute little mouse came up the covers to sit beside me!
