The mouse poison seems to have done the trick for now. I haven’t heard any scrabblings in the walls or ceiling for at least a fortnight. However, I strongly suspect that there is a dead mouse in the loft directly above my larder. Not actually in my larder, thankfully – the periodic infestation seems to be confined to the wood pile in the garage and to the loft, rather than the inhabited part of the house. But there is a ventilation panel in the larder that opens into the loft so that air can circulate. And there is a suspicious smell of dead mouse wafting through it. Unpleasant! They always seem to choose the most awkward places to die and decompose slowly.
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Ahhhhhhhh, you cant mistake that unmistakeable aroma of decomposing mouse 🙂
See: https://secure.flickr.com/photos/73443510@N00/351549249/ 😉
A suicidal mouse in my kitchen cupboard tried to eat through the lid of this bottle of rat poison to get at the “food” inside – and very nearly succeeded.
Gillian, get yourself a cat (or two), their firly cheap to run, dont need walking and can feed themselves if needed 🙂
That was Christopher’s preferred solution too. Unfortunately, I’m highly allergic to cats. To the extent that when we first started to go out, he had two gorgeous Burmese cats and it came down to a ultimatum of “Them or Me”. He did choose me in the end, but I was never allowed to forget it!