I found a second dead mouse this morning in the garage. It was very small, a greyish colour. It, like the other one, had consumed the bait I had laid a week or two ago.
Having to do this is not something I'm proud of; though I could hear the mice scraping and gnawing above the sitting-room ceiling and there is silence now.
I merely wish that the little devils had vacated the Belmont household of their own volition!
The garage floor has been hosed and cleaned; and, from now on, the bird food will all remain firmly sealed in plastic containers.
Flying High
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