Waiting...

Waiting for the Southbound subway yesterday I saw this blur of dark grey scuttle past my feet. At first I thought, "Oh my, a roach just crawled past me." But then I saw the shape out of the corner of my eye and my infamous curious nature kicked in. The scuttling figure crawled under the metal spaces of the trash can, so I waited beside it. People must have thought I was crazy, staring at a trash can for five minutes. Eventually a baby mouse peeked it's head out. Immediately I was smitten. An adorable, dirt grey, baby mouse was frantically scared and desperately confused. He must have gotten lost. He kept running around always going back to the trash can.

Before this, I was mostly alone on the subway's platform, but people began coming down to wait for the sub as well. Two women sat down on the bench that was near the mouse's refuge, the trash can. I considered warning them that the mouse was running around, about a foot away from them, but decided against it. At this point there was about 8 people waiting near this lost mouse. No one noticed, except me. I tend to have a habit of noticing things other people don't.

There's signs all over CCP that say "No Card Playing" but everyone I've asked have never seen them. There is this little pink toy soldier that has been sitting on the ground at my bus stop but no one has moved him for 2 months now. Tangent over.

Finally one of the women sitting on the bench pointed at the mouse, and went "Ewww". Which thoroughly freaked out the - I hesitate to bestow the title of woman upon it - person she was sitting next to, as it thought the mouse was on it. Much funny jumping up, shaking, and cursing. It was actually running away from them, not on them or near them, but still they were grossed out by this young specimen of mousehood. It must be a sad life to be a subway mouse, poor thing. I wanted to take it home, and I would have. The only reason I didn't was that mice contract diseases easily and tend to bite when frightened. I've had rabies shots before, they are not fun. Especially when a cute doctor has to stick ten thousand needles in various comprising places on your body.

When my train finally came I didn't want to leave it. I was scared someone would step on it, like in "The Green Mile", and there was no big prisoner to heal this little baby mouse. I looked for him today, but I couldn't find him. I hope he found his way home.