A couple of weeks ago, M was feeling all virtious because he had fed the rabbits (for the first time in weeks) and then he told me that he had been greeted by a mouse as he put his hand into the rabbot food bag. Hmm thought I. The rabbit food, hay and sawdust are all kept in one of the greenhouses and I had been supirsed that we hadn't had mice before really so I didn't do anything about it, figuring that since its cold, there were bound to be a few mice looking for somewhere to live.
Last week I went to get the empty veggie box out of the greenhouse and could see that there had been mice in there so I resolved that it was maybe a good idea to get some traps. I don't have a problem with mice outside but I didn't want them coming in the house and since the kids spend a good lot of time with he back door open, I could see us ending up with mice in the house.
Fast forward to today. I went to feed the rabbits and I was greeted by a mouse as I put my hand in to get the rabbit food. I can safely say that I have never screamed in such a pathetic, girly way before, but I think it was necessary ;) Needless to say, after M had unsucessfully caught the mouse I went out and bought three traps, came home, set them and they are now in the greenhouse.
I want to be out in the greenhouse at the weekend and I don't want to have to share it with an army of mice. Spiders are fine but not mice!