Tempo Was Too Quick

Tempo is/was the name of our mouse.

"Tempo" is short for "Temporary," as in probably not a permanent pet, but since we caught him in a live trap at the violin store it also seemed like an appropriately musical name.

The kids loved Tempo and we got him a tank and a wheel.  Mona made him a little duct tape house.

He's been happy in his tank since late April, running in his wheel all night long, snacking on almonds and seeds.  Then the kids decided we really should clean his tank.  Like an idiot I tried to dump Tempo from his little house into the live trap and SPROING!  Out popped Tempo onto the window seat, down to the floor, and into a grate.  Just like Ian told the kids would happen if they tried to do such a thing.

So now the mouse is on the loose and the live trap is set with almonds again.  His tank awaits, but I'm not hopeful.  Our house is much bigger than the violin store and his options for finding food on his own are much greater.  Most days he was actually my favorite pet because the fish is boring and the dog is high maintenance, and there is something endlessly entertaining for all involved when the mouse runs in his wheel.  (How is it a wild mouse knows what to do with the wheel?)

Oh well.  At least Tempo is now probably Allegro in both senses of the term.