It never ceases to amaze me how much anxiety a creature not one and a half inches in length can generate in my wife. She announced the discovery of this adolescent field mouse in our garage with a shriek. After failing to kick it out of the open door, she instructed me to capture and evict the cute little fellow. We have differing opinions about the relative level of menace represented by this tiny mammal but on this subject, I have learned it is simply best to follow the instructions of my dear spouse. After returning him to the outdoors, he was kind enough to hang around for some portraiture.