What I Want? – Relocate The Mouse From My House

It’s a simple vision. The little guy just moves out on his own. No traps. No tricks. None of my cats carrying him out against his will. He just gathers his belongings and he’s out the door. He goes willingly and moves to another area that is better suited for his growth and development. I have this thing about killing. I don’t want to harm a single living creature.

You may already know that about me if you read the post “Relocating Luv Bugs” under the category: Communing With Nature.

I simply have to have a conversation with him and tell him that the environment is about to become very unfriendly. I have three cats in this house, and his survival is debatable. Granted, my cats are a bit slow and lethargic, but if they see a potential playmate scurrying by, there’s no question what will happen. Continue reading


Relocating Luv Bugs

Last week, my friend David Gumina painted my front porch. In preparing the concrete for sanding, he noticed a swarm of bugs on a rock next to the area where he would be painting. These weren’t just any bugs. They were luv bugs (the kind who stick together even when then fly). Florida is known for millions of them sticking to your windshield. Yet, here they were, on a rock, beside my front porch. After awhile, they relocated to the corner of my window. I have to ask myself the question: why MY house? why MY window? Mind you, these are harmless little creatures. Delicate little things that mean no harm and have their own agenda: Survival. We didn’t want to kill them, or have any of them end up in the paint. So, I went outside, stepped off the porch and talked to 50-75 of them (who were all bunched together and, I’m sure, surprised by my visit).

Outloud, in front of my friend David, I said: “I have the utmost respect for you guys, but would you please move on to another location? We’re painting here and I don’t want any of you to get hurt.” I came back inside and David said that most of them had moved on, except for a few who were still buzzing around his head. He finished the painting without a single luv bug being damaged.

I have to ask another question: If we are all indeed connected (as I firmly believe) and share the same ONENESS, then could it be that those tiny creatures understood my INTENTION: not to hurt them; respecting them; and asking for their cooperation in relocating from my window? I believe so.

In the book, Behaving as if the God in All Things Mattered, Michaelle Small Wright has a similar experience when she asks the moles on her property to relocate to another part of her farm in a grassy area. Her entire book is incredible and discusses forming a pact with nature. She stated her request to the moles with respect, and later that same afternoon, hundreds of moles moved in unison across her land to their new home. Nature pays attention, especially when we display respect and loving intent.

So, the next time you see a single luv bug, or a swarm of them, ask outloud: are you hear because I am loving? or are you here to remind me to love? And then don’t be suprised if you get the answer.