Ok, here's the deal. In the backyard is a cement wall. The human probably calls it stucco or something fancy, but it's a wall, ok?

About six inches below the top of the wall is a narrow ledge. Supposed to be decorative, I guess, but I've noticed it's become a mouse highway.

This morning, I was just hanging in the yard, grubbing around for a snack when I noticed one of the squirrels jumping from the palm tree to the top of the wall. At the same time, out pops a mouse from a hole in the wall onto the ledge, just below the squirrel.

Now, I don't know if they had this planned, or it was just a magnificent example of syncronicity, but there they were, poised to run the length of the wall. In seconds, the race was on.

The mouse started out strong. Tiny but swift. Man, can those little legs pump. The squirrel used an effective running, leaping technique though, and quickly left the mouse in the dust.

The winner was the squirrel, but since the mouse didn't even know it was racing (or that the squirrel was there, for that matter) it was kind of a moot point.

Highly entertaining, though. And since heading to the Daytona 500 would greatly increase my chances of being road kill, it's probably the only racing I'll see. Gotta head back to the woods now. Vrrooom, vrrooom.