I opened my desk drawer. I was staring at an open granola bar. Why did I leave an open granola bar in my drawer? It took a few moments for it to register. I didn’t. I had had a visitor. And although it remained a mystery how it had made its way into my desk, it wasn’t a mystery where in my desk it had been. The chewed wrapper. Gnawed ibuprofen tablets (did it have a headache?. Telltale droppings.
Our school sits in a wooded area. My classroom is at the end of the hallway near the entrance that faces a field and the edge of the woods. The gaps under the doors are perfect for mice who can contort their bodies and fit through the smallest of openings.
Although I am not a fan of mice, I felt remorse filling out a service ticket notifying building and grounds of my visitor. I knew that there would be a quick response and traps would be set. I couldn’t help but think of the mice in Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH. Mrs. Frisby without her husband, the little mice without a father, not because of traps but an equally dangerous cat.
Was I planning the demise of this mouse, perhaps leaving a mouse family somewhere without its father figure…Get a grip! Hit enter and send the service order!