I know it is late on the mouse issue, but, well, I guess I still want to talk about it. Some of you know that while in high school I dated a charming boy named James, who incidentally looks and acted like Billy to a scary degree. Except for the having a job thing and hehad a problem with heroin instead of alcohol. Anyway, he was going to school for movie special effects in Pittsburg and lived in a nasty, nasty neighborhood. It was terrifying. There were rats running around everywhere with absolutely no fear of people, cars, or the Just Wrath of God. The only way to live in his hovel (which he shared with people crazier than any of us, sorry Kate) without being nibbled on everytime you slept was to have cats or Mr. Finnigan. Mr. Finnagan was their ferret. They put out water for it, but it had to feed itself. There were no rats. Oddly enough, it was the sweetest ferret I have ever met around humans. Maybe because it realized that big things eat little things, and that he better endear himself to everything bigger. Most ferrets have become impudent in their assurance that they will not be eaten (of course, most of my experience with ferrets are with Katy's evil ones, except for Cloe. I understand a scathing message will follow).
Anyway, the point is - you had the solution all along. Have your ferrets eat the mice. Not humane, but natural in the circle of life sort of way. Nature red in tooth and claw. The noble savage. The perfect alternative to "Must-See TV."
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