Mice of Destiny

There is a family of mice living in our backyard. They've been there as long as we've lived her and though I am quite sure the mice I see now are not the same mice from five years ago, I am reasonably certain they are descendants of the original rodentia. Why you ask? Well the answer is pretty darn cool. You see, our mice are not regular mice. No sir. Our mice are apparently Olympic level gymnast mice who have defected from their home country and opted to live under our garage rather than suffer the constant oppression of a Stalin-esque regime. No scurrying about under the various vegetation for these high flying mice Wallendas, oh no, our mice prefer to soar gracefully through the air from leaf to leaf. I'm not kidding. The mice that live under our garage spend their days climbing around in the tops of our bushes and vines like tiny trapeze artists swinging from branch to branch and peering at us from behind the roses. We are so charmed by their behavior that traps and removal are never discussed. They don't attempt to come in the house and we respond by allowing them free reign of the backyard. I even put up with them sometimes eating my tomatoes because watching them climb the stalks to pick the fruit is so fun to watch. They are pretty cool little critters. We're happy to have them around. So here's to the Mice of Destiny, just another small bit of wonderful in the kingdom of our home.