My sister had trekked out to the garage to find something, and when she returned to the house without whatever it was, I jokingly asked if she'd forgotten her original mission. As it turns out, she hadn't forgotten; instead she'd encountered a vermin blocking her way.
I walked back out to the garage with her, and then took a picture of the injured mouse - who truly was blocking the one and only path between the cars to the rear of the garage - from as far back as my phone camera's zoom lens would allow. (I wouldn't have taken a picture at all, but I felt especially compassionate that night thanks the kind and heroic mice characters in the book series Will and I were reading at the time.)
Despite my heightened compassion, I still didn't have it in me to handle - whatever that would have meant in this situation - the mouse. Instead, Sara and I called on my bro-in-law, Jeff, to tend to the mouse and he valiantly stepped up to the plate.
Later that evening, while upstairs helping the little kids with their baths, I heard Jeff ask Will to take my phone to me. I also heard Will agree, and then begin his ascent to the second floor. I assumed Jeff wanted Will to deliver the phone because I'd missed a call or text, so as soon as Will handed over the phone I woke it up…and found this:
Jeff had taken a close-up picture of the mouse using my phone and then set that photo as my phone's wallpaper.