Went in to brush the inside of my alleged face for bed, and took the opportunity to do a little rodent watching, since they're living in a terrarium in the bathroom. They're big enough to be taken out and released about any time now, and it shows in their casual lack of timidity. They have also, apparently, become escape artists since the last time I looked in earlier today. Watching them scurry around in the tank, it occurred to me that what I first took for mousie reflections which would have put them in impossible positions in the tank, were actually mousie refractions which put them in quite possible and obvious positions on the counter outside the tank - an interesting shift in perspective. We had a pretty lively family bonding episode chasing spring loaded bionic mousies around the bathroom and up the window screen to the ceiling before we got them all rounded up and re-ensconced in the tank. Mac Sennett would have been proud, and they all made it back unharmed. When my wayward son gets back from the off-road pilgrimage in Utah later this week, we'll take the little gray/brown dynamos for a committee action ride to the wilderness and set them loose on the world. It's time. Neat little critters, when they ain't eating up your stuff. Ron N
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