I'm beginning to feel like the pied piper...now there's a mouse running around my parent's house. My dad saw it first, described it as being huge, covered in fur, practically a rat. I just saw it a few seconds ago, its a baby, cute little guy, and he was hopping in a weird way, like he might be sick or poisoned, in which case I don't want Tanner to get a hold of him and get sick himself. So I chased the mouse out of the house, but he was still wandering around outside the door, so I have a feeling he'll make his way back in. Poor guy. Too bad their poop can cause brain damage or something (which I was thinking about as I moved my stuff in storage amongst droppings).