Last night we were hanging out with Lisa and Dave, who happen to have an upcoming show with the full band and James Li on Saturday night at Sally O'Briens. Madeline had just been going through her tummy time, which is basically a fun time when we watch her struggle to use her neck muscles while lying on her stomach. This is our little fun response to her crying every fourteen seconds after she has breast fed to let us know that she wants to feed again. Sarah appears to be growing weary of this situation but isn't fully into a depressed state.

So while we were eating our Bertuccis pizzas the pink taggie blanket was on the floor of the living room from the tummy time. Thumper marched in with a triumphant look and started rolling about in the blanket. She appeared to have the toy fishing line in her mouth that she vigorously trains for mousing activities but there was no line attached to it. On closer inspection she was frolicking and rolling about with a dead grey mouse. She left it for a moment and I managed to check it for life by holding a small mirror up to it's mouth. Actually I just grabbed it with a plastic bag like I grab dog poop. The mouse was cute and the scene of Thumper dragging the mouse about reminded me of the Iliad when the Trojans were romping about dragging the body of Achilles around. But with a quick toss into the trash our first mouse and severe triumph was complete. Thumper was rewarded with much adoration and agape. We are considering building a gold statue in the living room in her honor.

My guess is that she may have gotten the mouse in the middle of the night at about 3 AM when Sarah and I heard sounds of a struggle and rustling in the kitchen. But with the habeous corpus rule I couldn't find any reason to believe the mouse had been defeated. So I'm not sure if the mouse had been a fun toy for minutes or hours. Either way Thumper was back on duty patrolling the kitchen all last night with another rustling and pouncing sound but no second body. I'm hoping she is a serial killer.