This is a post that is not about mice. It is not about dead mice either. And it is most certainly not about mice being killed by snakes in her house while I was in school because my brother had a snake that ate mice.
Nope. This is about other things like me scraping my body all over gravel roads when I was younger and her having to clean up the wounds. She did that so well. She also helped track down several snakes my brother had when they would get out of their terrariums. She was a good mom who was much more patient with us at times when I probably would have lost it with my girls.
Nope, this post isn’t about mice except for the comparison where my mom was strong like Mighty Mouse**.