Late one afternoon, this past weekend, The Captain was mowing grass, Boo was riding his ATV and I was studying up on my camera.
When The Captain busted in the house and called for me in a way that made my hair stand on end. First of all, The Captain does not get excited. But he has a certain tone to his voice that gets my attention.
I knew something was wrong when he said, “Come here, I don’t know what to do with this”.
First question to myself was…..Do with what?
Second question to myself was…..Do what with what?
Third…..Oh Lord, what has happened?
My protective motherly instincts were kicking in and my mind was filling with more questions with each step I took.
Then he says, “I can’t kill ’em”.
Okay, so now I knew he wasn’t talking about anyone that I’m related to. My heart rate slowed as I made my way outside to see what it was that he couldn’t kill.
Now the next question to myself was…..Is he expecting me to kill “them”?
I once had a friend, big burly muscle bound guy friend, that was afraid of spiders. He wouldn’t even go through a doorway that had a spider web. That is until his 100 lb. wife would get rid of it.
This was not my Captain. He would stand, sword in hand, between me and the enemy. And fight to the end.
“Just what is them, that he can’t kill?”
So when I followed him outside this is what I found, lying in the grass……
Cute little baby mice. You don’t think they’re cute?
MICKEY MOUSE IS CUTE!
Their eyes aren’t even open. They made the cutest little squeaking noises.
He was mowing along, when he came upon them and the mother. She left them there. She just ran off and left them there.
He told me which direction she ran. So I found a safe spot in the same vicinity, away from the mower, cause you know The Captain can’t kill them. tee hee
And put them down, hoping the mother would come back for them.
Of course, I had to take pictures of them first.
And she did.
I know, that someday I’ll be cursing them for getting in my garden or chewing up something that they shouldn’t.
But, I am like The Captain, I can’t kill them either. And he knew that when he made my hair stand on end.
But, atleast I COME running in the face of danger,
instead of GO running,
like the mama mouse.
But really, what did I expect her to do, stand up and duke it out with the lawn mower?!