The garden is dismantled but for the chard and the fall planting that may yet yield red sail lettuce, spinach, radish and turnip, sweet peas. The field mice had made a home in the herb bed. I found the downy milkweed seed gathered into a soft bedding pulled across the hole they dug. My yanking and pulling woke them, and they jumped out scampering for cover. The cats immediately went to work, grabbing one and flinging it high in the air. I ran after the brute yelling, "Leave it alone. It's just a little thing!" And then I remember that I caught seven of them in traps last month. And I wonder about context. The day I bought the mouse traps, I also bought food for Henrietta, Nora's hamster. And it just seemed silly and uncomfortable in some ways looking down in the grocery cart and seeing small rodent food next to the snapping mouth of the trap. What is this strange world with all its strange rules?
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