Dare I ?????

It's a mouse story again.....

When Andrew arrived before the funeral, he was a bit jet lagged so we stayed up talking until late and he was sleepy.

In the morning, he told me this story.   At some stage during the night, he put his hand under his pillows and guess what he found?????   

There were two.   Old and withered up.   The sheets had been changed and the beds made before we left for Moree.   As there were no mice evident throughout the house, I didn't think to check the beds. 

Poor Andrew!!!  He leapt out of bed and spent the rest of the night in a single bed.  Fortunately, that was also made up and even happier, it had no mice in it but he gave it a good inspection first. 

We had four more visitors after Andrew and we whipped the sheets back on those beds before we let anyone in!!

A visitor noticed one little chappie dart across the dining room while we were eating.  Steve set traps.  One day, we came home and the trap behind the fire was missing.  Steve had already experienced a mouse dragging the trap away, at his Mother's, so he went looking.  No sign of mouse or trap.  A few days later, we were making the bed.  Steve pulled the bed away from the wall and found the trap and mouse.  The mouse was dead BESIDE the trap,  It was no longer in it.   I don't even want to think about that.  My aim is to trap them so that they die immediately, not to torture them.  It travelled about 4 metres to reach the bedhead.

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