mouse in the house

(Ok, technically it's in the backyard.)



I was doing some gardening, and all of a sudden this furry little critter was running around in the leaves.

He seemed kind of lost. And cold.

I thought maybe I gardened too close to it's home or something?

Guilt set in.

I noticed a hole that maybe he crawled out of, so I got a broom and pushed him close to it.

Here he is again:


Too bad my nephew Bryce wasn't here. He would have known what to do...