Mice have mothers, too

I was catching the MARTA this morning, and just as the train was arriving, I noticed a little mouse/rat scurring about the tracks. I’ve seen mice/rats on tracks before, in Washington and New York, and I usually think what I thought today: what ever happens to those little guys? I hope they’re ok, because they’re so cute. I never know, because I always get on the train that either rolls by them or turns them into a little mouse/rat puddle.

The optimist in me thinks having lived in the subway tunnels, they know when to get out of the way, and what’s coming. They certainly look scared as the trains approach. At the least I would assume it would hurt them with there big sensitive ears, as a six car train comes to a screeching stop overhead. I do really hope they’re ok. They’re just around looking for a bite to eat, not spreading Bubonic Plague or anything like that. Today is Mother’s Day. Even mice/rats have mothers…or maybe they’re mothers themselves.