This is not happening
Sep. 18th, 2011 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emma_in_dreamThe mouse I saw in the house yesterday was certainly not the forerunner of an invasion of pests.
The more I think about it, the more convinced I am that this was an outdoor mouse that had somehow gotten lost. I had probably chopped down the branch he was living in when I did my big gardening and pruning binge during the week, and he wandered into the house by accident. And has no doubt wandered out again.
Perhaps it wasn't even a mouse. Perhaps it was a dibbler or a dunnart or a hopping mouse or some other cute, endangered, Australian species. It was a rather dark chocolate brown rather than the common grey.
It was the size of a house mouse... but perhaps it was a baby! A baby cute, endangered native species! Which has now returned to the wild.
See, it is all good.
The more I think about it, the more convinced I am that this was an outdoor mouse that had somehow gotten lost. I had probably chopped down the branch he was living in when I did my big gardening and pruning binge during the week, and he wandered into the house by accident. And has no doubt wandered out again.
Perhaps it wasn't even a mouse. Perhaps it was a dibbler or a dunnart or a hopping mouse or some other cute, endangered, Australian species. It was a rather dark chocolate brown rather than the common grey.
It was the size of a house mouse... but perhaps it was a baby! A baby cute, endangered native species! Which has now returned to the wild.
See, it is all good.
