Warning! This post is gross. I was out cleaning the barn, and I looked into an old muck-bucket that I used to use before we got a second horse.. inside were two lively, healthy fieldmice.. and one more that was, well, not lively.. they had evidently started starving in the bucket, not being able to get out, and ganged up on the other for a meal.. it was pretty gruesome. (no, guys, I did not get any pics.. yuck.) I let the two go, and promptly one ran right under our house and into the basement, of course.. for some reason I could not kill them. I normally run over moles and mice with the lawnmower and don't give it any though, but even Mark could not kill these two survivors.. just felt like sharing my nature story for the day.