I woke up this morning to a surprise from my boys: a tiny little grey she mouse, dead, on my living room floor.

She's now buried in the flowerbed in front of our building.

I'm not skeeved so much as bummed (divinetailor, I remember your spider story). I've no clue where my boys even found a mouse. My best guess is from the pipe-access hole in the wall inside the bathroom closet. Wherever she came from, I certainly hope my boys don't make a habit out of this.

Bon voyage, little mousie.