because nothing else comes to mind

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We found this (or "these things") in one of our vaccum cleaner bags. The oldest child had reported an unusaul amount of mouse interest in the vaccum cleaner last night while the middle child and the youngest child were out gallivanting; the favorite one eyed mutt had heroically spent a considerable amount of time gaurding the vaccum cleaner before he was obliged to go to his own home. So naturally today the youngest child felt obligated to investigate the vaccum cleaner bag, that both she, and the middle child, had indeed used yesterday. There were eleven squeakers plus their horrible mother, who ran away and left them as soon as she was discovered.

And words just cannot express how our morning has gone from there.