I've been on a Tery Pratchett binge for the past few days. The other night I read "The Last Hero." and last night I read "The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents." This morning (okay, afternoon)I awoke to your typical non-educated rodents. Brown mice. A fourth one just ran across the floor of the computer room and into Oz's bedroom. They're brazen little things, not at all concerned that there's a big red-headed human wandering around. The fourth one actualy bumped his nose against my sock (brave little bugger) then jetted when I wiggled my toe. #3 is behind me messing around in a Barnes & Nobles bag. These mice have attituedes like big ol' NYC rats, but they're tiny tiny brown mice, the sort I've seen playing around in the T stations.
#5 just arrived. Egads. I do believe it's time to clean this house, and set some have-a-hearts. I've been accused of being a tad cluttered by several ex-roommates, but I've never had to deal with even insect infestation, nevermind little rodents, unless I paid for them and put them in a cage. Oz's computer room is like Disneyland for these things. I'd name them, but I can only tell which is which by what room/bag they're playing in. Once I or they move they all pretty much look the same.
Does that make me a speciesist?