Boogie is one of my many wild mice. I don’t kill wild creatures, well except the occasional cockroach. Wild house mice (mus musculus) live in the walls of historic old buildings. I make friends with them as I appreciate the fact they’re sentient creatures who feel like we do and they’re very very intelligent.
Wild house mice are very friendly once you open your heart up to them, and give them peanut butter from your finger. Boogie is a buck (male) whose favourite food is Smartfood popcorn. He likes it more than peanut butter. Boogie has passed on and I’ve befriended more mice since they live in the walls.
House mice are very social and will check up on you daily. They’ll scamper out and wait for you to acknowledge them. Once you’ve said your ‘hellos’ they scoot away somewhere, completely satisfied. Many of them sit under my desk and sniff my feet while I’m working online. Some like to creep up near my desk chair and watch me while I write. The only reason I know they’re there is when I move suddenly. Then I hear them scamper away.
My latest mouse Bubba (female) likes to climb up on my old radiator next to my computer area so she can look me in the face. She studies me from different angles.
Mice learn very quickly. They’ll learn to come when you call them. You can feed them any human food but I’ve noticed they don’t really like chocolate. I’ve dropped chocolate on the floor and they refuse to touch it. Most mice LOVE spaghetti and tomato sauce.
Each mouse has its own personality and its own favourite foods. You’ll learn as you feed them what they enjoy.
I had a mouse named Peanut who got closer to me than any other mouse I’ve known. He would jump into my hands and let me gently cup him inside, sometimes touching his tiny little body. I would save Peanut from being bitten by Little Girl. Little Girl would rattle her tail and sneak up behind Peanut to bite his tail. I’ve been able to witness wild mice do amazing things.
I’ve cared for several mice, all at different and sometimes overlapping times. Here’s a list:
- Little Girl (female)
- Peanut (male)
- GreyBeard (alpha male)
- Biter (female)
- Many babies I never named
- Bubba the Second (male)
- Daddy (old rogue)
- Lily (baby with a bitten off tail)
- Lucy (baby)
I must amend this as of Sept 2015. Bubba II was my latest little friend. He was a very smart and very social male. His social skills were unparalleled. I got very close to him and he trusted me more than any other wild mouse. He allowed me to touch and rub his little hands while he ate. He let me touch his belly too. While he ate I’d rub his belly and he’d rise up on his back legs and close his little eyes to slits. He also loved to sit in my hand and come up on my bed while I was asleep. I felt him one night sitting next to my arms. I called him ‘the best mouse ever.’
The sad part about caring for wild animals is you never know when you won’t see them again. My relationship with Bubba II was very short. I haven’t seen him in 5 days. My guess is he’s passed away. I’m grieving for him. I call him and he doesn’t come.
Men’s rights activists get butthurt that I take care of wild mice. They somehow think they’re spreading disease to me when they’re the same species as pet mice you buy in the store. After all these years of caring for these wild ones I have yet to catch a single disease. MRA’s don’t research this. If they did they’d figure out it’s Deer Mice that carry disease and not mus musculus.
MRA’s don’t let facts get in the way of screaming about my pets. Each time you donate to my mice and I, an MRA cries.
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