We have a mouse. I say 'mouse' because although I know they don't live solitary lives, I don't like to think we have a family of them. He's in the garage and he's a cheeky little thing. The first we knew of his existence was a hole appearing in the bag of Coco's food. Now, if Coco had been out there and got hold of that bag, there is no way that she could have made such a small neat hole, she'd have been head first in the top, so we knew it was a mouse.
The first morning, we came down and the tube was on its side. My husband was summoned, well, actually I screamed 'get in the garage now, we've caught it!' He picked up the trap, took it to the nearby field and opened it. But it was empty. The peanut butter was gone so we knew the mouse had been in there, but how on earth had it got out?
The second morning, the tube is on its side again. Again, nothing inside. Very curious.
The third morning, the tube is on its side and as he picked it up, my husband said 'there's definitely something in there this time' and took it over the field. It trotted off in a peanut butter haze and we reset the trap in case he'd left his brother behind.
The fourth morning, tube is on its side, something inside it but as my husband picked it up, the door flipped open and the mouse ran out, into the safety of the far corner of the garage.
It has not been seen since.
Our garage is integral to our house and we have to walk through it to get to the utility room where the washing machine is. Needless to say, I will not be doing much washing until that trap is on its side again! And you've never seen me park my car and run into the house so fast. Now, does anyone have a cat I could borrow?