One dead mouse!
Hope it's the only one!
How horrid. We were sitting watching the Grumpy Old People recall the Daft Eighties programme (don't think it was really called that, but that's basically what it was) when we heard the trap go, which triggered a kind of squealy, shuddery, cringy reaction from me - and probably from the mouse as well in that split second when it thought 'Oh s**t!'
Charles had to go and get rid of the body immediately, leaving the trap primed and ready for any others that are willing to risk their lives in pursuit of a teaspoon of peanut butter.

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