Mice in the hice

My partner was on her knees for most of last night. Which for those of you reading this ‘lesbian’ blog for all the wrong reasons will be a cause of sweaty palms, but it’s because we have a mouse problem that she was on her knees…

We don’t just have a mouse problem; we have a fussy mouse problem. They only eat Thai fragrant rice apparently. Each to their own. So my partner decided to lay bait and fill up the holes and cracks with expandable foam. Unfortunately, we think a mouse is now trapped in the bathroom/kitchen wall because there is a suspicious scrabbling noise (imagine, if you will, something with pneumatic teeth eating through expandable foam and you get the idea). The dog keeps running up and down the wall ready to pounce. Ever the brave defender.

Hopefully her extensive and thorough efforts to relocate the mice through fair means and foul will work, otherwise I will start charging them rent and for the rice.