On an interesting note: I live in the country, and have occasionally had
problems with mice deciding my house was nicer than their own.  Today I came
home to find a very dead, and obviously killed, mouse waiting for me by the
front door.  I suspect a worshipful present from one of the fuzzies.  I'd
think it was the new boy, since I haven't had a dead one before, but it's in
an area that only George ever gets to, so it was probably him.  Genetics and
feral traits rear their head...
 
Jen
[Posted in FML issue 1593]