I was trying to get to sleep last night when something disturbed me. Sounded like carpet being shredded. Must be nothing, my imagination because when I lifted my head it stopped. About 30 minutes later the same sound woke the wife and I but this time I clocked the culprit. In the shadows of the hall I could see a small dark shadow by the bathroom door that shouldn’t be there. When I got up to investigate the shadow disappeared, as if it was never really there. On closer inspection something had indeed been there chewing the door. Could it have been a speedy mouse?
About every hour we were woken up by this noise, driving us crazy. By the time morning came we had banished him to the spare room where he chewed that door instead. Liz sat on the spare bed and waited for the creature to show his face in daylight, something I thought it wouldn’t do. How wrong was I? Liz came down the stairs holding a bag of clothes that was destined for the loft. The cute little mouse was in the bag, nice one.
We took the bag outside and emptied it. Bloody hell it was fast, shot across the deck at such speed. We’re so glad it’s gone. We couldn’t have handled another night like that. Mouse traps will be set up around the perimeter of the room though, just incase he returns. I’ll smash his fooking head in!
you need to get a cat mate.
did you catch him?
No cats in my house, I’m allergic to the things. We did catch the mouse in the morning. Liz watched it climb into a bag which we then took outside. Who needs mouse traps when you have bags?