This time it’s a baby one.
They’ve got no respect. I spared her Dad’s life last night, and here she is tonight, as cool as custard, watching Genesis of the Daleks with me and then scurrying into the bedroom to hide. Still, on the plus side, the gas man won’t have to call round – he can read the meter right here on my blog.
Worst suggestion so far for dealing with my mice: Lion’s droppings.
Still, at least I don’t have scorpions (like my mum).