Not that that seems to be the trend around here or anything.
Sometimes I walk around and look at tiny plants and imagine where I would like to hang out if I were a mouse.
This would totally be the party bush.
Better avoid this vicious thing, though.
You can picture the overactive-imagination explosion when I stumbled upon a greenhouse.
TROPICAL MOUSEY VACATION!!!
Mouse-me would totally rock these pink fairy feather boas. While lounging on the lily-pad. I would be a very fat mouse, if that helps your mental image.
That treehouse looks just the right size, too. And of course I would be super tight with the locals.