After the shenanigans of a few weeks' ago, when I finally discovered that there had been a mouse UNDER MY BED, chewing at my door, I decided I needed to put poison down. I'd tried a trap for weeks and weeks, baited with peanut butter or chocolate, but it was obviously an abnormal mouse as it didn't go for either. (Friends have been catching a mouse a day for the last three weeks using Cadbury's chocolate fingers. I feel there should be an advertising link in here, though I'm not sure it would be a useful one for Cadbury's.) And I stepped on it one morning, too - luckily it was facing the other way so my toes escaped harm.
So there's poison under the bed - where the mouse no longer goes, judging by the absence of droppings - and poison near the back door, under the bird seed. We suspect the bird seed is the major attraction.
I walked in the back door last Saturday to see this:
One very poorly mouse.
I did feel bad. He is really sweet. (It must be a he or we would have been overrun by now.) Then I reminded myself about the sleepless nights and the mouse droppings in the cupboards.
So I covered him - after adjuring him to stand still so I could take a photo - with an empty ice cream container. And left him for Richard to find.
When Richard arrived home, the mouse looked at him hopefully for a second, twitching its whiskers, before relapsing into the doldrums.
I will gloss over what happened next, save only to say that the mouse is now in Mouse Heaven. I hope. Because he was, really, quite sweet.