Scooter, my own little Jim Fowler, bagged another mouse. With Bob's help, the three of us herded the wee brown rodent into the "relocation box" and it got to join its compatriot across the street.

Click photo. Make it BiG.

When I first saw Scooter carry the mouse out of the storeroom and throw it down on the living room carpet, the mouse jumped erratically, as if it's spine had been broken- I was inclined to let Scooter finish it off. But then the mouse stumbled over by the scratching post, shaking all the while, and just sat there for a moment. There was a moment when the mouse just sat there and trembled while Scooter eyed it and then the mouse stopped shaking. The mouse looked back at Scooter and then, to my complete surprise, reared up on its hind legs and waved it's front paws at Scooter, like Neo in The Matrix did with Agent Smith. Right then and there, I decided that this mouse deserved to have a go at life outside again.

I don't know if I saw bravery tonight, but it sure looked like it to me. This little mouse, just moments away from being in the jaws of something that could easily kill it, stood its ground, refused to surrender, refused to give in to fear and stood up as tall as it could make itself and said, "Here I stand. I will not go without a fight."

I hope that I can be as brave as a little brown mouse. Here I stand.

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