squeak
There is a mouse living in my back garden, under one of my plant containers. Every now and again I catch sight of it, wandering about. As it is neither in the shed (riddled) or in the kitchen (war ongoing) I am in a quandary. I have come to regard mice as a bad thing, something that I ought to Deal With; but this one is outside: it is cute, it is brown, and it isn't wandering through my cupboards or chewing through my belongings. I am not sure if it would be entirely fair to set a trap. Maybe the mouse should be allowed its little bit of territory.
I do not know what to do. I am hoping that one of the neighbourhood cats will sort it out for me.
I do not know what to do. I am hoping that one of the neighbourhood cats will sort it out for me.
Labels: dithering., mouse
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