No, I’m not (completely) mental.
Let me introduce my new housemate:
There I was, yesterday morning, happily eating my breakfast and avoiding the thought of the mission of a day I knew was coming, when I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye, looked round, and saw Mickey, sitting there on the floor as bold as brass.
I may have jumped about a foot in the air. It’s possible I shouted something along the lines of “get out of my house!” It’s likely I then manically pulled everything edible and accesible out of my food cupboard, stashing some of it in saucepans and covered roasting tins, to keep it out of the little bugger’s reach.
I then went out at lunchtime and bought a (humane) trap and a plug-in device which apparently emits a sound at a frequency unbearable to rodents. This means war, Bucko.
I then had the genius idea, if I do say so myself 🙂 , of putting the food in the bottom oven. I hardly ever use it and it’s definitely mouse-proof, however mental it might appear…!
I suppose, given that I live in a very old house, it wasn’t unexpected but seriously; mice?! I don’t want them in my house! I felt almost embarrassed to tell anyone, like it reflected on how clean my house is… 😦
But as I only found one poo, and saw that one mouse, I’m crossing my fingers the trap/sonic boom approach will sort it. If any mouse messes with my food, he’s toast.
And talking of toast, and in a related way, breakfast… 🙂
It also annoyed me that the mouse distracted me from this:
One of Ashley’s buckwheat bakes.
I had mine with more banana and some coconut cream and coconut butter on top and it was un. believable 🙂
It’s similar-ish to the microwave muffins but, as Ashley says, buckwheat has some amazing powers – I ate that at 7am-ish and wasn’t even slightly hungry by 1pm which is unheard-of! I think I might have to make some more, just to check…
And it was one of the high spots of the day. I was editing, so a deadline day was never going to br great, then I had to go to a late meeting after work and didn’t get home till about 9.30pm and to bed till about 11.40pm. Then up at 6am to get the paper to press this morning… can you hear the violins playing yet?!
So I’m off to climb the wooden hills to Bedfordshire (as my nan used to put it, bless her heart) any minute – and hoping I don’t get woken up by any scurrying mousey paws…. eek!
Has anyone else ever had uninvited “guests”??! How did you get rid of them?