Mendicant Mouse

So I was digging in my mending basket, and tucked between the unhemmed pants and the unfinished apron, I found a cache of pistachios!  (Not mine - this is not usually where I prefer to store food).A mouse hid all these away. I can't even think when.  When it had access to an open bowl of pistachios.   It's been ages since we've had any mice inside (since completely closing the soffit mouse-access).It's almost cute, thinking of a mouse transporting one nut at a time, burrowing in my basket and tucking them in for later.  Mouse joy at a sweet stash spot and the bounty of nuts bigger than its brain,  just there for the taking!   I am much softer on mice than others we know, because mice tend to notably NOT ruin my stuff.  Mice and I seem to have a deal.  I make an effort to keep them out of my stuff rather than kill kill kill (there's no endgame in that).This is the work of an unusually fastidious mouse, too, one who does not believe in pooping in his food storage area.A:  I had a nice unexpected snack (although a little stale), and B:  How embarrassing!  It's been that long since I looked in my mending basket?  Tsk tsk!