He could have lived with me forever, but for the poop.
Poop. Literally. On my kitchen counters. The uninvited guest messed up. Behind the fridge, and his existence could have been his own secret. But, poop on the countertops is unacceptable.
It's not that I didn't want to be hospitable, but the mouse had to go. David set the live trap and it didn't take long before the door snapped shut and Mickey was caught. (Fyi, Mickey likes Cheerios.)
On our way down the road, we stopped to let the house mouse free. Check out how quick I was with the camera. I wasn't sure that I got the shot, because Mickey was ready to go find a new home after we had a little talk about manners.
Wheeeeee! Happiness abounds in the life of this mouse. Perhaps he will find a new home and perhaps, he will not poop on the countertops. I told him not to. After all, the next house might not have a live trap.