loudly raze some strange sound punctured what passes for peace in the narrow night of now. it took time to work out what it was. a mouse. not triggering a trap, but knocking a baseball someone bunted into our back yard and failed to reclaim off of the kitchen counter. their way of showing off, i'm sure. because they can't be caught. "just don't chew on anything up here while i'm trying to sleep," i said, "and i'll let it slide." the mouse, of course, said nothing. they were too busy rounding the bases. 260513 what's it to you? who go blather from