UPDATED: Thanks to reader Dawn-Michelle who has some experience with mice and tells me that from the close-up photo it is pretty clear from "the evidence" that the little mouse is a "Minnie," and not a "Mickey."
I have said all along - since the pool was emptied - that it is dangerous. Someone is going to fall. Someone is going to get hurt. And I was right. Poor little mouse. I don't know if he [she?] came out of the hole where the light goes, or if he/she went running over the edge. Either way, the result was the same.
Yesterday morning The Boy was standing at the end of the pool - looking down. Something had his attention. I went out to get him because I wasn't comfortable with him standing so close to the edge and this is what was there:
Rev never came by last week when he said he was going to [oh, yeah, big surprise]. DH talked to him this weekend and he said he was still looking for tile. Which, of course, is the exact same thing he said to me last week. The man is incapable to telling the truth. He says what he thinks you want to hear - whether you do or not - and then forgets he's already said "that." Just fix the pool, Rev, and get it done. If there is still a big "tile" hole in March I am going to be one PO'd woman. It's been almost a month, now. Progress? Nah dah. Absolutely NONE!
And for no reason other than the fact that The Boy is so incredibly handsome, and that The Baby - also known as The Princess - is too pretty for words...