Or, things that squeak in the night.

And after all, if the Ravenous Bugblatter Mouse of Traal can’t see you…

I figured it was okay to spare the little sucker, as she was clearly unhappy with being stalked by the BooBoo, and

BooBoo was equally unlikely to actually catch the poor thing without at least a half-hour’s worth of terrified little “peep!” echoing down the hallway… which is what led me to discover it in the first place. At first I thought “oh, another baby possum.”

Oh, look, it’s dark and probably safe in there…

Not quite as cute, but still a runner up in the estrogen olympics. And still, it was an awfully well-behaved little mouse.

Who is currently out in the trumpet vine, possibly to live out the entire week on its wits and its merits. So, squeaky mystery solved, it’s back to bed for Bonzo. Early alarm, here I come.