This is a tale of a man and two mice. For a long time I had been making suggestions about bringing an animal into the home and finally he agreed to the idea of mice. Horatio and Curious George were with us for a matter of hours before his body language began to give himself away - the mice were going to be a problem. "It's the smell" he said. He liked "the idea of mice", it was the distinct aroma of the male of the species that was a hard for him to stomach. The ultimate sacrifice was needed. The man could stay. The mice had to go.
Please do not hurt them or sell them to a snake feeder. Ask if your local animal shelter will take them (under the strict stipulation that they not be harmed).
Of course i wouldn't harm them or give them away to someone who owns a snake/other reptile. They were taken back to where we originally got them so they could go to another home (By the way: It's really easy to buy male mice from someone, not so easy to return them!)
