R.I.P. Mr/Mrs Mouse.
The life of Mr/Mrs Mouse was tragically cut short at around 7:55 this evening by a cheese primed trap.
The remains (of mouse and trap) were bravely disposed of by myself, as Porl was rehearsing.
I feel like a cruel cruel woman

We now have 2 mousetraps primed and positioned. If there is a snap, Porl is dealing with it.
We've seen the mouse already today, so we know he's still in this room. Hopefully it'll soon all be over and I won't feel terrorised in my own home anymore.
I would take pictures of the actual traps, but on Friday someone stole Porls new coat, which had my camera in the pocket. So we're about £230 down, I'm unbelievably annoyed. My Dad bought me the camera for Christmas last year, I got my love of photography off him, and over the years he's bought or given me several very nice cameras. I'm going to see if the insurance will cover it, but as it was stolen while outside the house I'm not holding out much hope.
Grrr I hate people at times. Bloody Friday 13th
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