(I don't know why blogger wants to flip my picture, but oh well.)
"Keep out! Danger up ahead! Mice. . ps. . I love you! Don't die."
Don't worry, she AND I are both very happy that we haven't caught any more friends.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
My animal lover
Molly is my little animal lover. Apparently ALL animals. We had some "evidence" of a "little friend" in our basement storage room. After a couple of days the little mouse must have taken a leap and ended up in my washing machine. . .dead. Dun, dun dun. Anyway, I figured he was a loner, but we got some traps anyway, just to make sure. As Matt was assembling the trap Molly sat furiously writing and writing at the table. I walked over and she swiped it away. I asked for it and she made a sad face and gave it to me. . .here's what it said.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
When I was little we found a baby mouse in the washer, alive. I wanted to keep it as a pet.
What an awesome note.
"ps. Don't die." is my favorite part.
That is too funny. I love the Danger up ahead! Brent and I are rolling. Have a good holiday. SHanna
From this story I can only conclude that MICE CAN READ!
Jon
P.S. Please, Mr. Mouse you are welcome to the individually wrapped cheese-like substance but please leave the Gouda...
I love it!
Post a Comment