When I was living in the small garden flat in my Uncles place in Wellington many years ago I ended up sharing the place with a mouse for several months. I could hear it running back and forth across the kitchen floor every night, which was quite annoying. His cat tended to be asking to come in a the weekend, and would sit stock still in the kitchen like an old Sifu meditating. Sadly the mouse never showed himself whilst Dodo was in the room - it would have been fun to watch the epic Cat-Fu battle that would have ensued.
Post by Andy Turnbull on Nov 14, 2008 13:28:58 GMT
We do get quite a few mice in our neck of the woods - at one point a sadly common site was a drowned mouse inside the watering can (we use for giving the pigeons water) that was left outside the back garden.
well they are very small. My mum crushed a mouse under her foot, which does take some skill as they are pretty fast. She said she was defending me from it, the poor little thing had half its body in the air (obviously the spine had snapped in two) and was squirming. She shouted "what should I do??!!" and then I said panickly "Lift your foot up, lift it up, your killing him" alas, the poor little one was squirming no more.
I don't blame her though she is from south america, and they've always had a tendency to kill or sacrifice things for their gods........but she doesn't see the funny side of it