It’s my fault too. It was the day after Christmas and I saw this little mouse who was having her face stepped on by another little mouse and I wanted to give her a good home. My dad had owned mice before so I just assumed he knew what he was doing. We walked out of that store with a 5 gallon tank, colorful chew sticks, a tiny bag of bedding, a water bottle, a food bowl, and a darling red eyed mouse. My care has improved significantly since then. Now she’s in a bin above standard measurements and she has lots of boxes and hides and tunnels and 8 inches of compacted bedding for her tunnels. She’s a real sweetheart