This morning, while I ate my breakfast, the younger boys went outside to warm up for the first day of soccer camp. After a few minutes, they came inside, and Stephen waltzed through the kitchen and mentioned non-chalantly over his shoulder, "There’s a rat in the trash can outside."
Insert screeching sound here.
"WHAT? A…wha…a RAT?" I gingerly opened the back door (the trash can was just outside it) and saw that yes, indeed there was a rodent in my otherwise empty trashcan, trying desperately and unsuccessfully to climb its way out. Though, to Stephen’s disappointment, it was a mouse, not a rat. (Not as good a story to brag about at soccer camp, poor kid.) Within seconds, my dog Ginger was out the door, cleverly knocking over the trash can and chasing that mouse right out of our yard. Good dog.
The whole thing happened so fast that it didn’t register with me, until after the fact, what a mystery it is as to HOW this mouse got in the trashcan to begin with. I realize there is war in Lebanon and soaring gas prices and all sorts of important issues in the world at this moment, but folks, I really MUST know how this mouse got in the trashcan. Look at this picture, and you’ll understand my head-scratching (a bad choice of words, perhaps, when discussing rodents):
Did the mouse somehow get up on the chair and leap into the trash can? How would it even get on the chair in the first place? Certainly it didn’t scale the side of the trashcan, did it? Because if mice are now scaling vertical surfaces, then my world is officially rocked. But no, this can’t be the case, because the mouse was unable to get OUT of the trash can, so clearly scaling vertical surfaces is not option. There is nothing on the other side of the trash can.
How, I ask you, HOW? I need to know this. I have never seen a mouse in our zip code, much less our yard–if this is going to become a regular occurence, I must begin to understand their behavior, especially if the mice in question are, as it appears, bionic.