So I went down to make some 10mm MG ammo, and I found this little guy in a box of brass I had left out to be sorted.
I picked him up with a Nitrile glove I had laying around, that's what he's laying on in these pictures.
So I showed Teri, and she said I should try to save it. We've kept mice before, but they were white 'feeder' mice that someone gave us (had 3 generations over a few years). She read up on what's needed to take care of him and finally decided she didn't want to do the work to save him. (
instructions found here)
He'll sit on my reloading bench with me until about 5, when I need to get ready to take my mother out for Mother's day.
I figure once I'm done, I'll put him back as close to where I found him as I can (in case his mother comes looking for him). Anyone else have any opinions? Yes, I realize he's spawn of a pest, but I do have a heart and will not intentionally kill a helpless animal.
Jonathan