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Misssy M aka She Who Numbers Snails has nominated me as a Rocking Girl Blogger. See - I have a sparkling pink button!

Rocking Girl Bloggers Award

I am so touched and shocked and over-flowing with emotion about this (is that out there enough? ;-p) I will be back with my own nominations later. It's late and I'm all moused out ~ last night I was on my way to bed. I rounded the corner in the hall and became aware of a blob where no blob has been before. See there's this piece of hardboard that is part of the kitchen floor that hasn't been replaced yet, and it is leaning against the wall in the hall. It's about 4 feet tall. Well, there was this blob on top of it and when I kept moving it made a kamikaze leap to the floor.

I actually exclaimed "Holy Shit."

Mostly because I could not believe that a mouse that measures an inch tops would make such a dive and survive. Survive it did. I sighed and wondered why I always seem to be naked when I'm catching mice and grabbed the plastic pint glass that currently lives on the hall radiator for this very purpose. I did some re-arranging of clutter to limit the places the inch ball could go and got down on my hands and knees.

I have read that mice can dislocate their shoulders to allow them to get through tiny spaces. I have no proof of this, but I can tell you that a mouse can make itself so flat when it crawls under a carpet that you would not know it was there - unless you saw it go there in the first place.

Now this mouse was not as docile as my previous loo roll tube beastie, Number Four was a wee bit more feisty... more fiesty even than Number Two and Number Three. This little poppet required me to rouse Allan from his sleep and it took two people to get one inch of fluff into a pint glass. It's all Wahey in our nocturnal lives!

It was re-homed today and skittered off into the wilderness. I am not going to say that's the last one because I keep doing that and then I have to go back on my word. I look at the humane traps we have set and wonder just how redundant a piece of plastic filled with cheese really can be. Sometimes the lid clatters shut when there is no-one there and I begin to wonder if I am on candid camera.