I've had a small occurence of "mouse." It began yesterday in the car, when I drove downtown with a small box of garbage that I picked up outside my front door. The entire trip, there was a small, pathetic scrabbling sound coming from the box. I was pretty sure it was a rodent of some sort, probably a mouse. It turns out to have just been the seatbelt pressing against the cardboard, but it kept me jumpy and guessing for a good 15 minutes--a very convincing sound. I'm still not sure if it was the seatbelt, it sounded awfully claw-y.
When I let the dogs in last evening, Chipper was trying to hide something from me. The little beagle had a mouse in his mouth. It was still alive, barely, and he dropped it on the ground when I made him. It twitched a few times.
That second one is pretty unique, I've never seen him go after anything living before.
If I look back on the day with "connection vision," I could see other points (I ran into a few Mickeys), but that's an old Discordian game, making connections (any five pebbles thrown together will form a pentagon, "I find the law of fives to be more and more manifest the harder I look!", et cetera. But those were two fairly strong moments.
Both of them are also thwarted, contained, trapped, killed moments. Not the positive side of mouse, whatever Mouse's meaning is, but a very vital side of one of the ultimate prey species.
Anyway, ramble, ramble. Back to work.
