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From Beaver Dam to Boston, Part 2 of 3: Who Knew a Mouse Could Stir So Many Emotions?

Sam Ford

This piece originally ran in The Ohio County Times-News in Hartford, Ky., on Dec 21, 2006. The column was written by Sam Ford, Director of Audience Engagement at Peppercomm, our strategic communications and marketing partner. At the time, Sam had moved from rural Kentucky to Boston for graduate school. He wrote a column in his hometown newspaper comparing life in small town Kentucky and a big city on the East Coast. Sam has since returned to Kentucky with his wife, Amanda, and their two daughters. His Pekingese, Brando and Sissy, have also enjoyed going back to Kentucky living.

[ . . . ] Last week’s column was definitely the most reaction I’ve ever received (to a piece I’ve written in this newspaper). And these reactions came in many forms. [ . . . ]

A few people who only read the first few lines of my column have even congratulated Mom and Dad on becoming grandparents, only to be embarrassed when Dad tells them that it’s only a mouse. For those people, I have to say that it teaches you not to read only the first few lines of my column. Of course, if you only read the first few lines, you wouldn’t be reading this far down anyway. [ . . . ]

The other question I’ve been asked most often this past week, from the 100 or so people I’ve heard from regarding that column, is the fate of the newest addition to our family.

Our mouse showed up a few weeks ago. We had seen the signs of mice for a while—a few droppings behind the couch and the like, but we didn’t know for sure until I was out walking the dogs and it ran across Amanda’s foot. She called me shrieking, and I came running back.

We talked to our landlord, who said there had been a small mouse problem earlier this summer but that they had called in an exterminator. Since they didn’t want a problem started, though they passed D-CON out to everyone.

I kept my eye on the mouse for a while and tried to alert my dogs to its existence, but it seems as if they were pretty worthless in the hunting mice category. Brando once ate a bird, but it’s only because it landed right in front of him. The dogs weren’t interested in treeing a mouse for us…or, well, “countering” a mouse in this case, I guess.

Amanda felt bad about killing it, though, since it was only one little mouse, so we never put out the poison. We haven’t seen it again, so we are thinking that it either got disappointed by its food options in our apartment, or moved on to another apartment in our building, where it may or may not have met its doom to someone else’s poison.

Of course, we may get back and find that we have a whole slew of guests house-sitting with us while we’ve been in Kentucky for Christmas vacation.

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