Accidental murder of a pet
Aged 12, I used to have pet mice, shedloads of them. In spite of pet shop assurance that I had 3 females, every now and then I would find a nest full of pinkies.
Not really a problem as the pet shop would buy all the excess meeces to sell on and it supplemented my pocket money.
But until they were old enough I had a cage that seemed too small for so many mice.
So I built an enclased run in the back garden, cage was in the conservatory with a plastic tunnel leading to it.
I made a veritable mouse assault course within the run, tunnels, rocks to clamber over, little ponds, rope bridges etc.
One afternoon while sitting watching my mice running around in their playground, I noticed that one mouse had vanished under a rock and hadnt come out for ages.
I lifted up the rock and saw a spider that was almost as big as the mouse sitting next to it.
I screamed, dropped the rock and ran away shreiking .
Later that afternoon my mum scraped the squished mouse from under the rock and into a matchbox and prised me from my guilt ridden tear soaked bed and we had a mouse funeral, complete with a little mouse ornament as a headstone.
First of many.
Couple of years ago I helped my mum clear an overgrown area of the garden and we found the remains of many old pet mouse graves
That was weird
(insomniac-surfer oh go on then, just this once, Fri 23 Dec 2011, 1:36, Reply)