At the Stewardship Network office, it’s hard to forget that we’re close to nature all the time. We often have meetings at a picnic table behind the building or down by the Argo Park canoe livery on the Huron River, and our office has tall windows that look up and out into a bunch of oak and maple leaves. We also have a thin roof, and we’ve gotten accustomed to hearing the squirrels scampering around up there.

Yesterday, however, nature came in a little closer. While working away at our computers, Meghan and I heard a familiar-yet-slightly-different scrabbling from above.

“Squirrels?” Meghan asked. And then, on a little ledge a few inches from the ceiling above us, two little grey furballs ran back and forth squeaking. Yup, mice. To make matters worse, one pushed the other off the ledge and the little guy fell about a foot from Meghan’s head and took up cowering behind a file holder on our desk.

We tried chasing him, we tried luring him into a plastic tub with almonds so we could catch him and take him outside, but to no avail.  In the end, we lost him in the corner behind our boxes of old conference postcards. We hope the little guy made it outside. We’d also like to thank him for reminding us that nature is never too far away (and for the break from working!).