Guess what I found curled and squirmimg in the parking lot of our local gas station? A baby mouse. I couldn't leave the poor thing. So my brother and I took it home. His eyes are closed, but he has fur, so that makes him about a week and a half old. I named it Sampson, cause he's so tiny. (Ha, I don't even know if its a boy or not. Oh well.) We put him in a hat on a mobile heater.

So I bought baby formula, a pipet, and woke up every hour last night to feed him. Unfortunately, my father will hear nothing of it. BUT I believe my dedication last night won over my mother. Yayz. She said I'm aloud to take him with us to our cottage when we leave today for the week. I'm kinda scared as to what his reaction will be... He didn't even let my sister bring her hamster home from college. And I'm afraid I won't be able to take him with me when we go to North Carolina in two weeks. So my choices are as follows:

1) Get someone to hold onto him for me... Not likely
2) Find a pet store that will tke him... Saddening, but likely
3) Stick him under a bush and let nature take its course... NOT WHILE I'M ALIVE 'N BREATHIN.

So yeah. He's really cute.
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