A few months ago, we discovered that a deer mouse had built a nest for her two babies in the grill on our deck. My children were immediately smitten, so we skipped cooking steaks and left the tiny family alone to flourish. But when we checked on our guests a few days later, the babies had fallen into the grill’s grease trap. One was dead and the other, coated in grease, was struggling. The mom was gone.
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