And then there were two.

   I thought (and hoped) that the mouse family had all been discovered & ousted. But about an hour ago when I went into the basement to find a shipping box... I opened the door to the storage room and a tiny mouse sat motionless on the floor in the middle of the room. I was sure it was dead. But it turns out he was only MOSTLY dead.

   I scooped him up & he bobbed a little. He immediately started licking my palm, which I took to mean that he was dehydrated & desperate for a drink. I quickly got him some water by way of a slice of peach. He was so excited that he hopped up on it & went around in circles licking at it. I quickly found an old aquarium that I had in the garage, cleaned it up & turned it into a mouse house.

   The new lil guy is even smaller than mouse #1 (whom I've been calling "Bartholomew," or "Bart." Don't know why. Just seemed like a good mousie name.) Mouse #2 shivers & bobs a LOT. I'm not sure if it's because he's so young (he's not eating solid food yet), or because he was cold in the basement, or if his lil systems are shutting down & it's a sign that he won't make it.

   In any case, while the two were indifferent toward each other at first, I just checked on them & they were huddled together sleeping happily. 
   Again, say what you will about me being a big weirdo (or at the very least, a little weirdo), I think these lil guys are adorable and deserve a shot at life. I'll do my best to keep them alive & when they're well enough, find a nice spot at a park to release them. I always say that everything happens for a reason. No idea what these two have to teach me, but the very fact that I found them alive in a houseful of animals suggests to me that they're supposed to be here.