This morning, I caught a little mouse in the kitchen. Instead of killing him (as I ought to), I put him in a big yogurt container with cheese and pretzels and he rode with me on my bike to work, where I put him in a little terrarium with lots of napkins for him to burrow around in. I’m planning to release him in a meadow, but until then, I named him Jeff.*
Stop judging, if you’d seen his little face, you would have done the same thing.
Jeff isn’t just any mouse. He is adorableness all bundled up into a little package.
I know, I know, I’m supposed to be a biologist, but…just look!