Peanut goes dark
Peanut spent the last week eating pasta, sunflower seeds, french toast and fresh veggies, all while listening to classical music on NPR. He got fat and healed. 
I set Peanut free this morning, here are some photos of Peanut and his last week with me.
This is Peanut’s hideout – one of my art supply boxes.
Peanut’s Hideout
He didn’t want to come out of his little paper towel tube so I’m just left him alone and let him rest.
One night while I went to give Peanut some water he attempted an escape.
Peanut’s escape attempt
How he managed to climb out of that drawer into the back of the box I’ll never know, but it was a good sign that he was feeling better. I managed to slide him off the table into a large plastic tub. It was the first time I got to check out how his little arm was doing, it looked better, but not great.
Peanut’s Injured Paw
He was putting weight on it but his little paw still looked a bit mangled. So I went and bought him a new escape proof home so he could continue to recover safely. He has been very active the last two nights and last night he tried to escape again. Clearly Peanut was ready to go. When I checked on him today, I found he had gained quite a bit of weight and his paw looked much better.
Peanut gets fat
Blurry shot, but you can see his little hand looks better
So off we went to the woods, to the same spot where I dropped off his little visitor the other day. I took the bag of mouse food I bought and left it all there for him – maybe it will attract some mouse friends As soon as I put the paper towel holder under the tree root Peanut took off, he climbed under the piece of wood you see at the top of the photo. Godspeed Peanut! Live long and well
Peanut goes free
And there have been no sign of Peanut’s friends since I moved the ultrasonic device to a wall free of obstacles – which the instructions said to do in the first place – so it seems like they’re working. Yea!!! Also made a deal with the owner of the house to do a fish painting for him if he promised to never, ever use glue traps again
Oh, doudou, you are definitely a one-off and Peanut is definitely the first mouse I have ever liked. Bravo to you both and to your wonderful deception – ha!
I know, I’m a complete dork LOL And how could you not like little Peanut?!?
you are the best, dou dou. Mice, and all living creatures have a right to a good safe life as much as humans do. Why do humans think they’re any better than animals? What hubris! Such blindness is beyond me. Bless you, kiddo.
That is a really good question and I’ve been thinking about it. I think maybe it’s because they can’t talk.
Mouse food? LOL … I think Peanut would love about anything edible. I didn’t even know they made ‘mouse-food’. No matter, Peanut is looking good. I hope he has a long life (for a mouse) ahead of him.
I know, they do, they sell it at Walmart – Rat and Mouse food. Basically dried corn and sunflower seeds with some pellets. Peanut preferred fresh food, can’t say I blame him.
He does look much better. I fattened him up. Hopefully my eagle won’t see him!
I had quite the collection of beautiful little song birds I’d attracted with seed. To my horror, one day, a sparrowhawk pounced on one of my little birds right before my eyes. It was devastating to say the least. I felt like I’d baited the birds for his dining delight. Oh well, at least the deceased died happy and well fed. May he RIP.
hm…I feel deceived. How do I know THIS is real? Perhaps you have killed and skinned poor Peanut and turned his fur into a handsome pair of gloves for your evil landlord. We shall never know.
Umm, because that makes absolutely no sense?
Sorry to deceive you though – couldn’t take any chances, the people up here hate mice!
… made a thousand meat pies from his flesh, and used the carcass to build the tallest ship ever to sail the seven oceans …
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Sense?! Stop making sense!
Oh great, now that he’s had a taste of NPR, he’ll spend the rest of his days skulking around the outside of houses trying to get his fix of “Morning Edition.” :]
Too precious.
Bahaha! I do hope he comes back to visit. I thought about tagging him somehow but decided he’d had enough trauma.
Bravo! Funny how once they’re fit and raring to go, it’s much easier to let them move on. Did wonder how he’d enjoy an art supply box?!
What a great story. And bribing the neighbour not to use glue traps is a masterstroke!