un souris, un souris, j'ai vue un souris!

A mouse nibbled this hole in my shirt during my recent stay on Saltspring Island. It seemed he (she?) would run across my path whenever possible. S/he made a dash for it while I was changing out of my pyjamas, scaring the pants back onto me. That mouse sure had it out for me.

But not as much as I had it out for Mel. That mouse took a trip up Mel's pants as high as the knee. On the inside. And then back down again. Maybe that mouse really liked pants.

In which case, why did he chew up my shirt?