I went downstairs to the garage to do some laundry yesterday morning and I see this tiny little creature puttering on the floor in front of me. It was TINY! I bent down to get a closer look and see this baby mouse.
So cute! It didn't run away, so I quickly dropped a box on top of it to catch it. I'm going to take it outside. As I took it outside, it starts to squeak (so cute!) and it caught the attention of the dog and cats and they came barreling down the stairs to catch the squeaking.
I went outside, leaving the animals inside, and took the little mouse out to a little area I found that is far from the house and let it go. It just sat their and squeaked until I prodded it with a stick, and even then, it didn't run.
I went back inside to do my laundry and there, right where the other had been, was another baby mouse, but this one was dead and surrounded by three cats and a dog. I guess they caught the squeaker they were looking for.