Deer Mouse II_ John Good - NPS Photo_smallI reached for my breakfast food in the back of my station wagon at a campground in the Sierra Mountains. Oh oh! Several of the plastic bags had holes. One was badly punctured. I had filled it with various nuts and dried fruits. When I picked it up,  the contents fell out.
How strange. I was certain I’d put this mix in a brand new zippered bag. “Oh well, I’ll deal with this later,” I muttered. It was time for the group’s morning hike and I didn’t want to be late.

My friends and I returned to our site that afternoon and I opened my car to take out a snack and some water. To my surprise several more bags were full of holes. Even my Kleenex tissues were perforated. I assumed it was an insect and let it go. Flies and mosquitoes were all around so I chalked it up to life in the outdoors.

At the end of the week we broke camp and said our good-byes. Then I drove down the mountain to the motel where I planned to spend the night before heading home the following day.

I organized my gear, did a couple of loads of laundry, ate dinner, and headed for bed.  The next morning when I opened my car a terrible stench hit my nose. What is that? I wondered. I didn’t have any fresh food in the car so I was really puzzled.

Then suddenly I noticed a small furry creature curled up in a little open box I had left on the floor of the back seat. A long tail hung over the edge. A field mouse. “Eeek!” I shrieked and shivered at the sight. Poor fella must have snuck in when my car was open, and then died in the extreme heat of the day after I locked my car.

“Help!” I called to one of the employees at the motel. “A dead mouse. I can’t bear to touch it. Would you please remove it for me?”

The man chuckled, reached in, and carried the little guy, box and all, to the trash container. I thanked him and off he went. But then I had a shame attack. It was just a field mouse, after all. Why did I make such a big deal out of it? He was one of God’s creatures, too. And if the Lord could make a place for him on the earth, surely I could allow him to help himself to a few nuts and berries.

“But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you.
Which of all these does not know that the hand of the LORD has done this?
In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind”
(Job 12:7-10 NIV).




A Mouse Tale! — 12 Comments

  1. Seeing an animal in your food box — I hate that when that happens. LOL. I have racked my brain and I can’t for the life of me figure out God’s purpose of a slimy mouse, at least in our food box. LOL.

    One evening when I opened the back door to my home, I heard a rustling in my garbage can. Ah ha, I’m going to catch me a cat. I saw the fur on his back and while he was rummaging, I snuck down the stairs, reached in, and grabbed the intruder by the skin and fur and yarded him out of my garbage can. I am very lucky that I was not bitten or hurt, because what I grabbed a hold of was not a cat but a large possum, and he was NOT playing possum. I think my heart stopped, I can’t remember but needless to say he ended up flat against my garage door, which was about 20 feet away. The old adage, “Your strength is magnified when scared,” is true Karen, trust me. LOL.

  2. When I saw the title “Mouse Tale” I had a hard time as my Mom always had a fear of mice and instilled that in me. I never thought about God made those creatures so I had better start liking them and not be so afraid. I really do enjoy your articles.

    • Mary, fun to hear from you. Thanks for reading and for rethinking your opinion of mice!! I’ve had to do the same. 🙂

  3. Karen, I can’t imagine you not smiling but I bet your smile vanished at that sight. I could relate to your comment, however. After 9/11 I couldn’t kill an ant that I found in my newspaper. I carefully carried the paper to the front stoop and set it free. It, too, was one of God’s creatures.

    • Marie, thanks for sharing your mouse ‘tale’ too. Yes, these little guys are God’s creatures too.

  4. YIKES! I don’t like furry little creatures with tails. I’d scream. Thank goodness for workers to help you out. 🙂

    • Thanks, Sherry. I better get over my screaming–since God loves these little guys too!

  5. When my sister and I were stil living at home ( in Highschool), Mom saw signs of a mouse on our screened in back porch so she set a trap. When my sister and I got home from school she saw a mouse in the trap caught by it’s tale, so she let it go! When mom found out she asked her why she did it. Edith said, “it was crying because his tale was caught and I felt sorry for him” ! ME? I would not touch it! Loved your story.

    • Margaret, what a cute ‘tale’ about the mouse you encountered when you were a teen. It made me smile!

  6. Your Mouse Tale had a surprising twist! I did not expect that as the point of your story! Fun and thought provoking. I’m pondering somewhat, over just where the boundary lines are for these little creatures. lol

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