Mouse stowaway from summer canoe trip
There is a mouse in my house. And it’s driving me crazy. At least, I think it’s a mouse. For the past two nights, I’ve woken up to the sound of scratching about six inches into the wall of my quinzhee. He sits there and makes these little digging noises, like he knows I’ve got lots of pre-warmed straw under my sleeping bag and he can’t wait to crawl into it. And once he starts scratching, he won’t stop unless I flick the light on and off repeatedly, and even then only for a few minutes. The only good thing is that I don’t think he’s made it into the quinzhee itself yet. If he does, I’m not sure what I’ll do…
