Yesterday afternoon Camie was outside playing with the cat. I saw her bending down looking in the grass, so I figured she was after a grasshopper or cricket. Seconds later I heard a shriek. I laughed to myself as I imagined her horror over the bug grabbing onto her finger, and I calmly went outside to tell her to come in and get ready for church. When I got there she had a bloody spot on her finger, and the cat was playing with a field mouse. I asked her if Patience, the cat, had scratched her, to which she sobbed, "no it bit me!" That's when I realized she meant the mouse bit her! Her finger was in pain and I think she was still in shock, so the yelling went on for a while. I cleaned the area with alcohol and triple antibiotic ointment, and wrapped a bright yellow band aid around her finger. As I doctored her I asked her how it happened and she said she picked the mouse up, thinking it was dead. (Ugh.) Now that would be a terrifying moment, to have that limp creature in your hand suddenly chomp down! She also said she couldn't get it off, but it finally let go.
After she recovered a few minutes I took all three older kids out to watch Buddy, the dog, play with the mouse so they could see it. Apparently mousey nipped Buddy's lip when he bit it, because he yelped and flung his head, sending the mouse about 10 feet across the yard! The kids thought that was pretty funny. Buddy had no idea where it went and kept sniffing the ground where he was standing.

So now Camie has a bo-bo on her finger (boo-boo to you northerners) and a most unusual story to tell about it. I checked the cut today and it looks fine; no infection. I don't think Camie will be catching mice for a while now. :)

I have new pictures but am having trouble getting them imported from the camera to the blog. Maybe tomorrow it'll decide to work.