For the past couple of weeks I have suspected that we may have some 'visitors' in our house. They arrived silently, without an invitation of any sort. I hadn't met these guests in person but I'd found the evidence everywhere. They've been having little parties all over the place.
I set up a few traps to stop the little buggers in their tracks but each morning they would be empty...
Smarter than the average rodent then?
As long as they quietly snapped up the crumbs left hither tither around the house by my darling children I wasn't too concerned...but then I saw one....a hairy, disgusting, little monster. It looked at me when I opened the linen cupboard this morning, just sat there and cocked it's head curiously as if to say 'So, what are you going to do about it huh?', needless to say I screamed the house down.
'What? What's wrong?' demanded Hubby, obviously concerned at my reaction.
'A mouse! A mouse!' I screamed hysterically.
Hubby doubled over with laughter. 'What were you trying to do? Deafen it? Scare it to death? I don't think it can hurt you darling' he chortled.
Well, I wasn't too sure about that. Repulsive, foul little thing. Spreading it's diseases everywhere. Ugh!
So now it's time to get rid of the vermin. No more Mrs Nice Girl, I'm bringing out the mouse exterminating artillery....before something terrible happens....something devastating.....something horrific.......like them getting into my chocolate stash.
