I know it’s not at all befitting for a farmer to be squeamish, but I am. At least when it comes to dead rodents. My dear husband joined me for “rodent patrol” in the hoop house Sunday morning. His job was to empty any full mouse traps we found. We just found one. I’m pretty sure it was the same mouse I saw yesterday — beady-eyes and all.
I hope that mouse didn’t tell his friends and family where he was getting all those delicious seeds. I reset the trap, just in case.