The other day I glanced out of my window and saw a mouse wandering around on my patio. I went out to see if I could get a closer look at it, and found that it was injured and surrounded by flies. It looked distressed and didn’t seem to be able to see. I decided to rescue it.
I found a box to put it in, raided my pet supplies for some sawdust, scooped the mouse into it and brought it inside. I offered it some hamster muesli and it nibbled away while I called the vet for some advice.
I was concerned about the poor thing’s injured ear which I imagined was what had attracted the flies. It seemed to have been bitten. The vet advised me to wash it with salt water but warned me that it was unlikely that the mouse would make it through the night. The mouse didn’t seem to mind the salt water.
I raided my kitchen cupboards to find something suitable to offer the mouse some water. I settled on a small plastic storage lid and moved the mouse so that it was close enough to drink. It seemed to perk up a bit as it drank, it even managed to open one of its eyes. I took a couple of pictures while it seemed to be happy.
Unfortunately my efforts were in vain. A few minutes after I had taken the pictures, the mouse gave up on its struggle to survive. It wasn’t to be. I hope it appreciated being cared for in its last moments. I certainly felt better about it being inside with food and water rather than being outside with the flies.