It's WAR!

We live in an old house and are constantly battling rodents. However last night was just too much...I got woken by something falling on the floor, didn't think too much about it, dozed off and the next thing I knew there was something running up my arm! "What the ....!!?!" , flung it up in the air along with the mouse who landed on the floor and then carried on his merry way snooping and pooping all over our bedroom. But I am now a hardened Canadian trapper and it didn't take long to catch him. Old Armstrong cheddar did the trick.

We were away quite a bit over the holidays and in the harsh light of day I found that they had decided to do some house sitting shitting and the whole goddamn house is full of mouse poop. Instead of getting on with projects, I spent all day cleaning cupboards, looking for nests, wiping every surface with alcohol etc etc (hantavirus is nasty) and by the end of the day I was not a happy camper. But.... My pantry has never looked so good and if I win the war, I will feel very smug when the word 'spring cleaning' comes up.

Update: at latest count 7 mice!! No wonder there was so much poop everywhere!!