Finally caught on film.
I finally faced the moment I knew had to come: the question of whether I could kill it (well, them, in all probability). I had it cornered, and I was ready to bludgeon it to death (after taking its picture, obviously) with a bottle. So could I do it? No, of course not. It’s so infernally cute after all.
And the damnable thing is, having failed to bludgeon it, I can’t now set one of those traps that snap them in half, which I should have done before I saw its twitchy whiskers and bulgy little eyes. No, I’m ashamed to say I let it go in the garden having resolved to continue with my campaign based on humane ultrasonic repeller devices, which patently don’t actually work.