There was such excitement here last night. Round about 2 a.m. I was woken up by what sounded like someone typing in the laundry room. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. Fast. Actually, it sounded like a woodpecker, but woodpeckers tend not to tap at that time of night. Death watch beetle? The answer was all too obvious - there was a mousy inside the no-kill mousetrap.
I will point out that my companions were useless. Alice stayed asleep. Moth and LucyF said Oh? A mouse in the laundry room? and went back to sleep. So this meant that I got dressed, put on gloves, grabbed iPhone (for using as a torch, and, obviously, a camera), and took Mousy all down our driveway, and up the road, and released her to go and find new friends (or a passing owl. Or weasel).
Critter Control came at lunchtime - they were due to come, anyway - and admitted that from their last visit, they'd not fully fitted the cover on the laundry room vent. They did so. With the inevitable result - a quarter hour ago: tap tap tap tap tap tap tap. I've just been to release this next one - a much faster exit, so no photo. I fear there's at least one more in there, because I can hear Sounds of it trying to get out - let's hope it goes for the Whole Foods trail mix, and, what's more, before I go to bed. I like mice, but outdoors, please, and in moderation ...
My fondness for mice may date back to the Mousetown exhibit at Battersea Fun Fair in the early 60s - one of the relics of the Festival of Britain - I was completely fascinated by this creation of a whole rodent-filled (I think they were all white mice) self-contained urban habitat ...
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