As you can see, George isn't too big on cleanliness. He leaves his food scraps and poop all over the floor.
This is me, George's landlord. I got a bit tired of the mess and decided that George really needed to move out and find his own place.
So George and I went for a bike ride. I enjoyed it. Riding in a glass jar in my pocket on a leg constantly moving up and down probably made the journey less fun for George, but he was a real trooper - no poop or pee anywhere in the jar. We found a nice spot in a grove of pecan trees next to a puddle of water - everything the little guy could want and very far from my garage.
Here he is, waiting for his heart rate to go down after being let go. Look at those yummy pecans on the ground for him to eat.
Farewell, George. We wish you a long and happy life - albeit, one shortened by the terror of being trapped in a glass jar and jostled in the pocket of a bike rider.
Moral of the story: Pooping all over the place and leaving food scraps on the floor is a very bad idea, especially if you aren't going to pay rent. Wait a minute, that sounds like my kids...
4 comments:
Oh, poor George. That was so nice of you to find him a new place, though. :)
Good Job. Did you actually catch him in the jar, or did you have another trap and transfer him to the jar?
You would ask that, Dradums. I was working in the garage and saw him run under a box lid. I put on a pair of gloves for protection and trapped him under the box lid. Then I let him work his way to the edge of the lid where I grabbed him and put him in the jar.
I think it was very noble of you to help George find a more suitable place to live. Unfortunately, when I see a mouse I start screaming. Helping relocate the little rodent is the furthest thing from my mind. After a few years, my kids got the "poop thing" under control--but they were never very good about cleaning up their food scraps...
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