Time for my big surprise. And it’s actually mostly for my niece, but I wanted to share it with my readers as well. I nicknamed my niece Squeaker when she was just a few days old because she squeaked instead of crying. It soon became a tradition to get her mice from the places we traveled. (My sister used to receive boxes and I received bells from our grandparents when they traveled.) So while I was sitting in Washington D.C. for a month I was hatching a plan. I went and bought a very cute mouse who I need your help naming. I will put a poll on the side of the blog for the next few weeks, because he really needs a name. And if you have any suggestions that aren’t in the poll, just comment!
My few name choices:
Piepsen (read peepsen, German for squeak)
And here is the first of many pictures to come of (mouse without a name) traveling the world: