Me Big Hunter Man!

Off all the times to have a mouse invasion, let’s wait for guests to arrive.

We always get about four mice a year, as the autumn weather turns chilly. The beasts annoy us for a couple of nights while we are in bed and then the traps come out. Four mice later and no more are seen.

But this year we can’t stop catching the wee buggers! Worse they are being seen in the daytime! Zipping under the fridge or the TV, crawling up the fire surround and darting across the woodpile. All this while we are entertaining guests. I felt like this was a third world country and our house was somehow attracting vast hoards of mice. I explained several times how this only occurs for about a week every year, but I don’t think they believed me.

The other odd thing is that Seán has taken such an active roll in the catching of them. It has usually been my job to catch and dispose of them. Especially the ones that get caught at night and aren’t quite dead yet. But this year Seán is setting the traps avidly and discussing bait and strategy with my son. He proudly shows each catch off and has piled up the corpses! Why? What’s wrong with the wheelie-bin? Get rid of them please….