dang it.
missed an opportunity to catch a mouse in my hands.
Next time you'll be mentally prepared. You're a wolf.
(Wonders what predator genes I have, think I caught almost all mice I saw in the houses I lived in at first, maybe second sight, as a reflex, I can't be fully bovine.)
this time it saw me and ran like the wind. i was too far away to get it.
when i come back from errands i might put some food out and see if i can get it.
there are two! the second one just came out. i have to move my chair so i am closer to the path. this one was was horribly cute; it fell over twice trying to get over a box. going to catch them with a cup; i realized it might not be the best idea to risk a bite or a parasitic infection with my immune system impaired as it is.
And by the time you've put on vinyl gloves, it will be gone.
Though twice I saw a mouse, closed the door, realised what I had seen, opened the door again and there the critter still was, stifled by the appearance of me. So I could just lift it up.