It’s the season when mice decide their old homes are not quite as warm as they thought they would be, and look for new ones. After driving down to the store and back, I was dismayed to discern a strong burning smell coming from my truck’s engine; so I popped the hood. I found a mouse’s nest. The truck had been in place for less than twenty-four hours, but in that short time the mouse had moved in a fair quantity of nesting material and quite a few cherry-pits. I hope he got away safely and wasn’t burned up himself, but this is the danger when mothlike you attempt to draw near to the warmth. Some mice are attacking my cabin too. We’ll see what happens to them. Sometimes it’s better not to do too much, and not to avoid the cold and hardship normal life affords. “Many are cold, but few are frozen.”
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