There's a very definite scratching noise coming from our kitchen ceiling. It probably bears some relation to the five mice I have "escorted off the premises" in the past week - two today. Mice are funny. I don't really have too much of an issue removing their dead carcasses, partially entombed in those really nasty traps with the jagged teeth. I don't even mind the idea of being out in the hayshed or wherever and knowing the place is full of them. But when the noise is overhead it's extremely uncomfortable.
Mum of course, is completely on edge, and my sister (who's bedroom is the most popular haunt, it would seem) has fled the household altogether. I'm just happy they haven't turned up in the back room office or my own boudoir - yet.
Humourously, one was captured (live) last week in what is now going down in history as the great Cadbury's MiniRoll wrapper snare...
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is it too much to ask for pictures of the aforementioned wrapper/trap? trapper? twapper? twappé?
was considered briefly at the time, but frankly - yes. it would destroy the air of mystery around the occurance. plus it's not so easy to photograph something when you're hitting it with a shovel.
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