This story has NOTHING to do with healthy living, exercise, cardio or any other such thing. It's a story of one day in the life of Ruby Claire.
I've known for quite sometime that my home has been a haven for mice, I've found their tiny gifts EVERY where. Alas, I tried once to get rid of them, but I find the "Humane" way of using sticky paper quit INHUMANE. Think about it! By getting themselves caught on sticky paper, they die by slowly starving to death. I think, whoever has the never to do set it, that the mouse trap is much more humane. One quick snap and they're gone, however, that would NOT be me.
This afternoon, I found a baby on my kitchen floor. When I say baby, I do mean baby, like fairly newborn. It does have fur, but it's eyes are not opening very much. It's so adorable!
Anyway, I don't have the heart to kill it, or flush it or anything, so after Googling the question, "How to take car of an abandoned newborn mouse," I followed their suggestion and tried feeding it warmed milk, but it wouldn't take the milk. Sadly, SORT OF, I don't believe the baby will make it much longer.
Thanks for taking the time to read & comment on my sad blog.
I also posted this video on my FB and asked my family & friends to send me name suggestions. One friend said, for obvious reasons, that either the name Hope, or the name Wobbles, suited this little baby. Well, as of around 11:00 p.m. Baby Wobbles is no longer with us.
Now, because I don't know what else to do, all I need is to find someone who can put out traps for me because none of these little field mice should be living in a house.