Three days ago I told my husband I thought we might have those furry visitors as I'd heard scratching in the floorboards. Now DH always has that skeptical eyebrow on him. So he patted me on the head and said we'll keep a look out. Yesterday he took his lunch to work and found someone else had got there first :)
So last night he bought some traps and we set them out before we went up to bed. Peanut butter bait. We caught the first mouster before our foot hit the risers, and three by 11 p.m.
So today I have the dubious pleasure of cleaning out all the cupboards, and checking food and cleaning the spare room, where the mice had been sniffing at some of my precious books.
I'm hoping that's it for Mickey!!