Went to jail with a mouse

Well this story is quite a new one. Yesterday me and Mom went out for the day to go to a reptile place with lots of beautiful mice. Mom had been nearly deathly sick the past few days and was finally getting better and having less anxiety attacks, which is why I was so eager to go out with her. The guy who showed us the mice wasn't my usual guy and he didn't want me picking out colors or genders. He was just trying to kick us out saying its against the rules. I had seen the mouse I wanted the other day and was trying to get him since he was in the bin of "feeders going today" type thing. Almost shooed of before we could get him but I went back in and found him!

Well, we bought him and headed for the car. "FREEZE! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!!" I turned around to several cops pointing guns at us!! My mouse in his tiny cardboard box went straight into the air in my hands. Mom had a letter opener on her keychain and one cop yelled "SHE'S GOT A WEAPON!" And all guns pointed at Mom. These cops have been playing games like Halo and Grand Theft Auto Waaay too much, that or they were just so desperately bored. Our car was apparently claimed as "Stolen" by Uncle who had it's insurance under his name. My family drove from NY to IL and he wanted his plates back which, with Mom dying the past week and going to the hospital, wasn't exactly a priority.

The box the mouse was in said something about "injection" so the cop was nasty with me and doubted a mouse really was in there. He nearly dropped the box when he peaked and it turned out I was telling the truth. Lol. Mom was having an anxiety attack again. A bad one, so I did my best not to cry or even act scared. I just acted like a curious/bored child while I actually just wanted to cry. I was only able to stay calm by continuously asking the cops if my mouse was okay and asking Mom if she was and cuddling up to her despite my lack of arms (Handcuffed). I also tried joking around with the cops to ease the tension and letting them know I understand what they're doing is their job.

So we were brought to the jail. The guy taking us in found it funny he was bringing in "two women and a mouse" as he called in over his radio. The entire time I was hoping the mouse wouldn't chew through the box and start running around his car, and when we got their I hoped the mouse wouldn't be running around the jail-place. The cops were talking to eachother and found it halarious a mouse was brought in. I said it must be a first in a joking manner. Despite my calmness and lil jokes they still ignored me and treated me like trash. Cops are jerks. Glad they were nice to my mouse though. One lady cop only heard that a pet came with us from a reptile and taranchula place and she was convinced the box had a spider in it and the other cop teased her that she'd find out if she looked.

I tried joining the joke and didn't give away that it was a mouse ~ mostly ignored, but I still found the situation funny. I did get worried when she picked up the box and was about to peek but freaked out and nearly chucked the box. Still, funny. Mom was having a mental break down and I tried to calm her. My mouse was put into a locker and I told the cop just watch to be sure the lil guy didn't escape, he said don't worry that the locker was grated. Pfft! Yeah right, with an inch and a half sized holes. Well, Mousey went into his cell while me and Mom were sent to ours. They seperated Me & Mom. THAT'S when I cried. With Mom practically dying the past week I literally never left her side for a second, even when she had to pee or when I went to sleep. I also imediantly woke if Mom did. In the cell I tried to calm down and not worry about Mom crying and blubbering in the other cell or Mousey escaping and running around the jail.

I am artistic and tried to keep my mind occupied. I laughed at the toilet. They'd expect me to use it when they had audio & video? Pfft. "I may not have gone bathroom since yesterday but I'll hold it." Was my thoughts. I did however take the toilet paper. I crumpled and wrapped the toilet paper w/o tearing it and made a chihuahua sized Mouse "plushie" (which I didn't. Know was possible but when your bored you find out these things) I made a mouse cause it was funny the guy didn't like me messing with the toilet paper but hey, it's my cell which makes it my toilet paper and free. I sat by the door so I could listen to Mom in case something happened. We were there a few hours and I could have sworn my mouse was already long gone. Finally the cop opened the door and told me collect my trash. He didn't even let me finish my toilet paper mouse. And I was just finishing him up by his back feet. >

I got the box back my mouse was in and imediately checked it. The box was covered in mousey pee and poo but the mouse was still in there. Whew! Me, Mom, and Mousey were free to go now that the cops cleared up the situation. The guy was very impatient with us as we put back on our shoes and coat but Mom was still in Mid anxiety attack. Needing to talk about the traumatic experience while trying to stay cheerful I decided to tell mom how I pitied the poor mouse. The mouse was going to be eaten by a snake then he went to jail for hours in a small box with no food or water. Poor little guy. Talking about it like this and letting Mom hold the scared little calm-non-jumpy natured mouse. Made her calm down and return a bit to normal. Thank God.

The little mouse was so nice to my other mice. He had no sudden movements, not even to cower which sometimes makes the others attack more. He just curiously and slowly explored the tank but the others dove in for attack out of nowhere. Bullies > I put him in a carrier with food and a big cup of water. Well, my cat knocked it off the table while I took a nap and the mouse was drenched as well as all his bedding and his prison box house he came home in. Poor little guy just can't get a break. He is such a wonderful mouse temperment and color wise (he looks like a cattle dog/blue heeler). He also healed mine and Moms anxiety and fear.

His Name Is Healer. I know he'll be the best mouse I've ever had Expect big things and they'll happen. :3

Male mice should never be kept together. He needs his own cage.

I was thinking the same thing. Boy mice can't be social with any other mice. He needs to be alone.

Also, you should find a water bottle. "Cups" of water or bowls are dangerous for drowning hazards and very unsanitary. If he was soaking wet if it spilled on him he could get sick with chills so keep him in a warm part of the house for a while. Mice should never get wet.


He's very pretty though! It sounds like he had a thrilling start to his new home.

What a crazy story! They must be watching that place by the sounds of it.

The girls are right tho, males will fight to the death. Males need to be kept alone. And I've never had any rodents with a water bowl, water bottle don't cost much. So I would suggest that too.

Amazing story! What city was this?