A Confession

I am a fraud, a wuss.
I keep ranting and raving about the destruction caused by the resident rodents, and saying that I am going to do something about it. Take charge and show them who the big, bad boss is.
yeah right.
The other day I opened a drawer in the kitchen, and there, in a four cup glass measuring cup, a baby mouse had gotten in, but could not get out.
An exquisite little thing, trying feebly to stretch to reach a hold on something to get out.
So here was my chance. Now I could show the world who is in charge and get rid of this mini rodent.
And I could not.
I tilted the cup so the little guy could get out, and when he was reluctant, I prodded him gently, only for him to try and hold on to my finger with tiny, tiny pink feet.
I lost this deal, I know. Now I cannot bluster and blunder about the rodents anymore.
I had my chance and I blew it.
We shall have to come to some symbiotic agreement, the rodents and I.