Unknowable sent us this video of a man who adopted a baby mouse, and I had to share it with you.
Mice are wonderful pets. I had a mouse named Mommy once. She used to groom my mustache and beard. She had nine babies, and surprised me by dividing them into three groups of three, in three nests, so she could keep track of who’d been fed and groomed and who hadn’t.
I’ve had many pet mice, and they were all as good as gold. Thanks, Mark!
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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.