After Barley and I got home from our rainy walk this morning, we heard the slight sound of bottles clinking together. Sure, it was recycling day so the sounds of shopping carts and bottle collectors was normal, but this was a much more gentle noise, and it seemed to be coming from inside the house. Sure enough, there was a mouse at the bottom of our glass recycling bin. When I opened the cupboard, the mouse (which I’ve decided was male for the simplicity of referring to him as a him) slipped down the neck of a Full Sail LTD bottle and didn’t seem too concerned when I picked up the bottle. I felt a small bit of guilt simply for taunting the mouse, but I had to take pictures of the little dude.
Faced with what to do with the little fellow, I checked with Michelle, knowing she’d want to turn it loose. She did, so I walked him down the street, past the new Chinese lounge (tempting) to the condemned building and turned him loose in the field. I told him not to come back, but he probably will. That’s nature for you.
Just be happy it didn’t give birth to babies inside the beer bottle. Then you would be suckered into keeping them over the winter. And yes, he/she will come back.
I love how he looks guilty in the last picture.
I’ve been asking my family over the last few days, “How do you think Andy got the mouse out of the bottle?” They look at me like I’m insane and then I remember that they don’t spend as much time in front of a computer as I do. They haven’t seen the pictures. But I have, and I have to ask… how did you get the mouse out of the bottle? He looks pretty big compared the size of the bottle neck.
When I set the bottle on the ground, after a few moments, the little dude just left. He was a surprisingly slight mouse, which is how he got in to the bottle in the first place. Which also explains how he’s eluded the traps. I’ve never seen a mouse get away with cleaning the peanut butter off the trigger like he’s been doing.