the smallest of fiber lovers....

so yesterday morning i came down stairs and noticed a small ball of neon green wool on the floor in my yarn room. the baby? the dog? wasn't this ball on the very top shelf yesterday? now it was running from one side of the room to the other....under the desk chair, under the legs of the sewing basket....then i realize the mice are getting cold too, and what luck for them to find such a stash of yummy, warm bedding. and how nice of them to leave the handspun tussah (so far!) and opt for the cheap cascade 220 instead. and neon green...i certainly don't have anything in mind for that color. somewhere the little devils have a plush nest of fibery goodness built bit by bit from the fiber buffet.