Walking through the garage, I was on my way outside to lock up Toad Hall and I saw a teeny tiny widdle mouse. It was the smallest mouse I can imagine, honestly probably smaller than my pinky finger, and apparently I have small hands. Google “tiny mouse” and those images are what I mean. I followed it around with the torch for a minute before I went, and boy oh boy, so cute! Why do people have big nasty rats as pets? If I were to own a rodent (on purpose), then first of all I need to see a doctor, but it would be a sweet little mouse, not a giant fucking creepster rat. But the mouse still gave me the creeps.