The wee timorous beasties
next door are on the back foot. 5 dead and no prisoners but they still keep coming. Chez Huttonain there is a lull and either the gang leaders are accounted for or a Faluja type counter offensive is being secretly planned. The Local Council are not in to pest control as a service for domestic premises so our neighbour is calling in a private professional task force to deal with her remaining mouses. It will be interesting to see how these SMS (Special Mice Service) operators go about their business. Hope they will avoid poison or gas. Dying rodents have the habit of creeping off to inaccessible nooks and crannies to turn up their toes thus creating a fearful stink impossible to deal with-the music dies and the melody lingers on, as it were.