I let my mom name her
Since I probably wouldn't have children.
She was so tiny,
She got stuck in the wall one day.
She slipped thru a little hole in the ceiling;
A hole barely large enough for a mouse.
I could hear her faint and scared meows.
I frantically grabbed a hammer to begin tearing the wall down.
Marcus grabbed the hammer from me.
"We are only renters" he yelled.
"Inka needs to be rescued" I cried.
Marcus rushed off to the kitchen.
And returned with Cheetos and cream cheese.
We slowly coaxed her out with the food & lots of patience.
Moral of the story:
Panicking never efficiently solves a problem.