I realized today that it is a good thing that I do not aspire to become an exterminator! I was about to take a nap this afternoon when I happened to look on top of the bookshelf and see a wee little mouse head! He was just kind of looking around to see where he would go next, but when I got up he hid behind a box.
When I told my host father that there was a mouse in my room he didn't believe me, and then asked my host mom what to do. For some wierd reason she said he should go get a mouse trap. Maybe to some this would be the first response, but that hadn't even come into my head. (I might have been thinking something along the lines of just reaching out and picking him up. I was tired.) But a trap didn't make sense to me because he was right there, and he couldn't really get away, and a trap would mean waiting until he found the trap. What if he never found it?! Or even worse, what if he did? He woud die and that would be sad. So I pushed him into a shoe box and let him out into the garden.
I just can't kill. I even try to let the spiders escape from drowning in the shower.
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my mind must not be right because when i read that you had seen a mouse head, i pictured a severed head, separated from its body, on your bookshelf. i do hope, however, that he made it safely into the garden. is mouse mousse in german? that would be entirely too easy. ich habe eine mousse geschauen! get out of town, it's just maus.
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