Last night Peter opened the back door and she shot in like a bat, straight into the sitting room – looked right at me and spat a small and very much live mouse onto the carpet.
Now I am not worried by mice – I quite like them in many respects – fascinating creatures. But … I am highly allergic to them!
Hence my shouting for Peter to come and remove it. (One touch and I would start swelling up like Howard Wolowitz on peanuts!)
Meeces are fast – and with a vigilant Miss Dilly skittering around ths place this one had every reason to hide with all speed.
Which it did duly…
So far as I know its still in the sitting room somewhere. Lurking!
We shall just have to wait until I start sneezing to track it down!