Mousie.

I caughts me a mousie.

It started with Chirap and me discussing Final Fantasy XII, lounging in my mushroom chair to nurse my back with laptop nearby and PS2 controller in hand. Needing a drink, I went into the kitchen to rinse out my cup. 'N sawed him. He was clambering through the sink filled with dishes, and I splashed at his tail thinking he would run off. The poor guy was actually washed towards the drain. Being cold, it was pretty obvious I hadn't done good. He couldn't even jump out of the sink. After clearing the dishes out, I nudged him into this (without him putting up any slight struggle).

It took a surprisingly long time for such a tiny guy--thumb comparison for scale--to dry adequately, even after a bit of drying off with paper towels (finally got a reaction that time). Set up a ventilation bit with the vent, though, and he was energetic after finally warming up. He eventually wanted out, so I took him across the street and let him go. Thankfully it wasn't too cold.

Silly mousie.


This is pretty neat, too: