Brother Field Mouse is dead. We caught him in the kill trap, which was misnamed as it was more of a ‘crush his pelvis’ trap.
Two grown women with three college degrees between us and we were paralyzed about what to do with an injured critter.
Wound up drowning Brother Field Mouse. The body was wrapped in plastic and thrown in the trash.
In other news,geez, why is everyone coming to my blog by Googling “Johncy Itty”? I wasn’t at the meeting on the 21st, because like most people in this diocese, I have a day job. I made a tag. See the pretty tag? Go click the tag to see what I have to say on the subject.