Of Mice and Man

Tonight we successfully evicted our unwelcome guest. There had been numerous sightings but neither Dan nor myself knew what to do about the small brown mouse which had taken up residence in our living room, under or possibly inside the (enclosed) coffee table. He had grown audacious in recent days, coming out while we were watching TV as if he owned the place, darting across the floorboards... something really had to be done to stop him. 

Beatrix Potter had it all wrong

So, when he poked his whiskered head out from under the coffee table this evening I turned to Dan and gave him a meaningful look which said 'Deal with it!' 

I should say that my husband is an arachnophobe, so we have an arrangement in our house where I deal with spiders and he deals with all other unwanted intruders. Suits me fine.

Anyway, the mouse made the mistake of scampering into the toy basket, where he got trapped in a tangle of soft toys, books and colourful rattles. Dan put the lid on and dumped the basket out the backdoor, then proceeded to take out the toys one by one, muttering to himself 'I'm not scared of it; I may jump if it jumps out onto me, but I'm not scared of it!' 

'That's fine Dan', I think to myself, crouched up on the lounge, 'That makes one of us'.

Eventually our furry friend realised the game was up and scampered off into the dark night. I'm hoping he's found a better home down the road and praying that he didn't have offspring. Fortunately, the pest man is coming tomorrow to make sure of it.

Crisp autumn skies and brilliant sunsets,

helen xox