In the winter, mice climb into commercial beehives. The hives are warm and in the cold weather the bees are drowsy and not inclined to sting a fuzzy little intruder. The mice build their nests there in the hives and feed on the honeycombs while they raise their babies among the bees. I love to imagine this: a tiny mammal living in the insect world, everything strange and buzzing and bloodless around her. It’s similar to how I feel when I picture Katy working in a corporate office.
The mouse in the mess.