I’m going to have to dispose of my current sleeping partner first: her forebear- and bull-baiters hail from Staffordshire and her interest in adrenaline fumes rate far behind fascination with secretions from her own anal gland. Even if she is a lousy hypo alarmist, she might be utilised to lug around antidote.
(Which a mouse couldn’t…maybe a pack rat would be better, while still guaranteed to give you a peep {at your BG})