Goodbye and Good Luck…

15th Jan
This morning, as I was sitting on the toilet, a small brown mouse emerged from the cupboard under the sink. looking a bit perturbed to see me there he turned and headed for the door. Luckily it was open after my early morning wander – otherwise I might have felt a bit more concerned from my, formerly comfortable, vantage point.
The loaned Rodent Repeller, which had impressively been flashing intermittent green and red lights like a nightclub from the 80, accompanied by a clicking that alternates between hip hop and house rhythm, obviously hadn’t been doing its job. I had heard somewhere that mice don’t like loud music so yesterday I dug out an ancient ghetto blaster and put it on the kitchen work surface. There was a cd already in it, I turned up the volume and ‘Panic at the Disco’ blasted out of every orifice. I had hoped that it would prove prophetic.
Back to today and my next job was to check the mousetraps and just as I expected, they hadn’t worked either – no surprises there…especially since I’d just come face to face with one.
I decided to chop up a Thornton’s chocolate left in a box from Christmas and see if that was more tempting than the brown goo that came already in the pre-baited traps, and then I left for work.
Late afternoon and I picked my Dad up so that he could help me with a flat-pack desk (ok I was hoping that he would do it for me). I checked the mousetraps and noticed that one had the shutter closed. Knowing that they were very sensitive, I picked it up and tipped it up and down a few times then looked through the air holes at the end. I thought that I could see a tail but the box didn’t feel any heavier and there was definitely no one trundling up and down inside.
I found an old defunct washing up bowl and took it along with the trap and a box for a cover into the garden. Carefully opening the shutter, I was then rewarded with the emergence of a little mouse. I shoved the box lid on quick and my poor Dad was charged with keeping it sealed. I had heard that you had to take it at least 5 miles away to release it so that it wouldn’t find its way back. Picking a rural area, I pulled in by some fields and a footpath and took the lid off the bowl. The little critter sat in the corner looking a bit stunned and then attempted, without much success, to scale the obviously colossal walls of his prison. I tilted it sideways and eventually he clambered over the side and came to sit on my foot. At this stage I was a little anxious that he might take refuge up by trouser leg, but as my foot instinctively moved sideways he hopped off in the other direction and headed back up the lane to disappear into the garden of the only property in sight.
Mission accomplished but I do hope they don’t have a cat…

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