A Mouse Appears

The mouse made its way over to the speaker and then sat on its haunches and looked at me. It was very healthy looking and attractive. But maybe it was not happy. Why do a thing like that? It can't have had any reason to believe I am mouse-friendly. Maybe it construed the absence of a cat as mouse-friendliness - or assumed, due to the cheese 'n biscuit crumbs from  the snacks people consume  while watching TV that it was open house. But to revert to my first theory... So the suicidal mouse sat there and looked at me and twitched its surprisingly large ears and blinked its shiny black eyes. I called a witness to come and behold the astounding recklessness on display. The arrival into the room of said witness caused the mouse to decide it would stroll back the way it had come - no hurry - and it disappeared alongside the sofa. Next morning, the little tray of blue grain I had set down at the sofa's corner was empty. Another, next to the speaker, was half empty. Oh dear. Stop making me into a murderer, mice! Here is a wonderful discussion of how to catch rats and mice.  I can't say exactly that it cheered me up - though I laughed - but at least the mouse, if he/she could have read it, would have had to agree that it expressed sound scientific reasons for culling its murine ass. (Still feel bad though).