Mother Nature must be on the rag.

Food poisoning is NOT fun – especially when you live 45 minutes from work.  And I had to get gas before getting home so I pulled into a spot and started pumping.  This lady across from me had a mouse under her car.  He was a happy mouse – sniffing around here & there for bits of food or whatever.

Typical little mouse.  Then the lady was done and started getting in her car.  I turned away & concentrated on the numbers on the pump.  I didn’t want to hear a crunch or squeal as it got smooshed.

But silence; so I peeked over and he was gone, no body even.  Then I noticed him up one car, near the trash can.  Then he ran across the parking lot, dodging more cars.  Victory!  He had made it and I was glad   I finished up and turned to get in my car when I hear death cries.

I look over & there is a big, fat crow crunching & pecking to death the little mouse.  He had escaped so many obstacles on what was obviously (now) his path of death, his destiny.

And yes, I was very sad.  One second he is a happy mouse just trying to survive this crazy world and next…bird food.

I’ve felt like a mouse lately.