Melissa and I have taken the job of raising a roughly 2 week old mouse we’ve named, Oscar. How you ask? I’ll tell you.
Oscar was found in a construction dumpster I was cleaning out. During our time being static, and RV Living we are working full time jobs while saving. I drive a roll off container truck and service construction sites. After dumping them, debris often gets stuck inside. While cleaning it out, a mouse scurried off to the side. While not uncommon to find a mouse making a home in the container, it surprised me. As you can see, the mouse was with children.
With just enough time to snap a picture of them, I turned quickly to find something to pick them up and put them off towards the woods. Mom got spooked and jumped off the back, babies and all. Following them, mom ran under the truck to a concrete debris pile. Seeing only one baby hanging on after the fall, I looked down. Oscar was laying there.
Still wearing my gloves, he was scooped up and photographed. Turning towards the direction his mom had ran. He was brought over to the debris pile, and placed in a “cave” at the edge. Thinking the best for Oscar was done, I climbed back into my truck and rolled on.
Returning a few hours later to where was left I found him. In the very same spot. Why my “feel bad” emotions kicked in I’ll never know. He’s a mouse, right? Feeling like I had destroyed his home a decision was made to help him. Leaving him there as a baby just didn’t seem right to me.
So here he is. Tiny, curled up. So far he’s a drank some water. We’ve got him to taste some formula. Melissa has done all the research one can do in a short amount of time, and he’s had a home prepared for him. All the feeding apparatus, blankets, etc.
As much as we’d like to keep him. Getting him to a age of self preservation seems like a better choice. This isn’t something I’d typically get involved in. But what am I to do? That joke goes with us animal lovers. I’d be a (insert animal rights group name here ) If steak didn’t taste so good.
We’ll keep you updated 😀