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Mice can be found almost anywhere. Their high intelligence enables them to adapt to all sorts of unfamiliar conditions. And they make good pets, too. I’ve had many of them.
I used to take some of my mice downstairs, where I would lie down on the carpeted floor and release the mouse into the living room. I know, I know–what was I thinking? The mouse could have darted under the couch and somehow disappeared. But they never did.
Instead, the mouse would explore a little and then come scampering back to me. Always! Think about that. We humans never get to interact with living things that much bigger than ourselves. What must we look like, to a mouse? A blue whale with glasses?
Our creator also created mice–and for some reason, despite all our problems with wild mice, He created us to be compatible: pet mice can be very affectionate. For something that small to love and trust something that big–well, we never would have thought of it, would we?
I also had a mouse who used to groom my mustache. What that was like for her, I’ll never imagine.
The trouble with having pet mice is that their life spans are so short. Just as you’ve grown to love them, they die.
That’s true, and can’t be helped. They do learn awfully fast. Imagine if they lived ten years: they’d be inventing things and writing plays.
Flowers for Algernon
Great story, that was–won a Hugo.
I remember being totally enchanted by the movie (can’t recall the name but I don’t think it was the same) as a kid, and borrowed my brother’s book with the short story in it. I think it was the yearly collection of Hugo winners, actually. Both of them broke my heart.
The movie’s title was “Charley,” starring Cliff Robertson.
Indeed, God’s stuff.
WordPress is outdoing themselves. I wonder if this comment will be listed as anonymous, too.
All of a sudden they’re throwing that label around like it’s confetti. Looks like it’s someone else’s turn now.
They should be ashamed of themselves.
I had a neighborhood friend who never went anywhere without his pet mouse. Now rats, that is another story.
I’ve had pet rats, too, and they’re just as wonderful as mice–and a little bit more playful; mice can be very businesslike.
I am sorry, but rats and mice are not on my list for creatures I would like to have.
No problem, there’s no Mandate that sez you have to.