Here’s what you expect when you host an evening for the teenagers in your church: You expect them to gather in your twinkle-lit backyard and hear spiritual messages.
Here is what
you do not expect: A gathering of mice darting in and out of
the honeysuckle, across the patio beams, and up and down the posts.
It was like a
dang Greek chorus, I’m telling you.
We called an
exterminator, but until he arrives I couldn’t help thinking what other animals
might like to eat mice. Snakes came to mind, but then... perhaps not.