...where? There on the stair. Where on the stair?
That’s enough singing. They’re in the damned car.
Before Christmas, I noticed they were nicking my bird food in the garage so I moved it all indoors. Then I noticed they were nibbling at my cereal boxes so that had all had to come inside too (stupid small kitchen). I’m all for living in harmony so I never gave it another thought. But wifey left a chocolate bar in the glove box and all of a sudden, that’s gone and they left their poopies. Now I’m annoyed, cos if they’re in the engine bay, they’re gonna start nibbling.
Then, this morning, I ran the lad to school and took the dog too and she went bananas. She started sniffing around the foot well, front and back, getting really worked up. Then it clicked, the mice are running all over the car and she can smell them.
So. Much as I detest it, they’ve gotta go. She wants to poison them, I don’t, I’d rather trap them. Then I can see them. Might keep the car outside till they’ve gone cos the garage is heated and they’re using it as a free hotel, cheeky little gits.
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