I actually think mice are moderately cute, at least in certain contexts. And our problem with them hasn't been terrible. We've been seeing the scuttle across the floor occasionally, which is startling, but not life-altering. I hadn't found mouse droppings or any evidence that they had been getting into our food, but I was concerned that we were on the clock for those sorts of problems to start. Not to mention the problem of mouse reproduction. I was imagining an army of baby mice chewing holes in cracker boxes and bags of grains from the supermarket bulk bins. Ugh.
We had been thinking about getting a cat as a pet for a long time for the companionship and entertainment they bring, but it occurred to us that a side benefit might be some natural rodent control. When we brought Laila home, I wondered what would happen. On the one hand, she had spent some time as a stray, and had presumably caught rodents and/or small birds to eat. On the other hand, she is so small and wobbly. Once she started regaining her strength and playing more, though, I became optimistic. Seeing her brutalize her toys made me think she still had that feline drive to hunt and kill things.
Well, it turns out that killing her toy spider repeatedly was just practice for the real thing. When I came home from work on Friday, something looked different in the living room. I realized that she either somehow acquired a new toy mouse, or....there was a dead mouse elegantly juxtaposed with the small Persian rug I brought back from Syria.
Laila getting pets for a job well done. |
Laila staying in fighting form by attacking her streamer toy. |
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