It's inevitable that living in a small stone built cottage in the middle of the countryside is going to entice members of the local wildlife to join you...that's my excuse anyway.
But it's all a bit silly when mouses simply run across the room right under your nose without so much as a flinch...some are teeny weeny...some are feckin great creatures...Himself bought some more traps yesterday and set two on the sink unit. The little mouses think it's their birthdays and wolf down the peanut butter and then wait for some more...they simply aren't heavy enough to spring the trap. The bigger mouses are...and if one springs when I'm about I feel so sorry for the poor little soul that I release it hastily and then it expires anyway...
We had a wooden windowsill in the bathroom for years...I hoisted it up and peered underneath it one day and thousands of woodlice rubbed their eyes in the sudden burst of light and then scuttled away to heaven knows where...there were centipedes as well and spiders of course and an assortment of small sticky bundles with babies inside...
Then last year we were sitting in the sitting room when a bat came in and flew frantically around before disappearing into the bedroom...we watched where it went and it decided on going behind a wall hanging...the next day I peeped and it was hanging on with its tiny claws and its eyes tightly shut so I left it. It wasn't doing any harm after all. But it simply disappeared one day...it was there for the entire winter and then one day it was gone...
And we have spiders. Sorry Bernie, but we do. Very small spiders who drop from the ceiling and run across the page of the book I'm reading...enormous spiders with long spindly legs who lurk in the corners and munch smaller spiders...suspiciously hairy spiders who look as though they might bite, just out of spite, because they can...though they've never done so yet. And with the spiders come the tatty grey webs that droop from the bookshelves and drape themselves around light fittings...
Black beetles stomp across the floors with Eilis and Millie in hot pursuit...shiny black jackets and neat and tidy little legs and feet...I shriek at the dogs to leave the poor little sod alone for crying out loud and Eilis bites it anyway.
Before we had new windows and a new front door we used to get those revolting fat green slugs oozing their way through the doorpost...then they'd slime their way up the wall and I'd fetch the salt and sprinkle it in desperation and they'd curl up and die in a sort of gloop...
Rats charging about in the roof space...quite what they find to do up there I haven't the faintest idea, but whatever it is they make an unholy row about it...
We pay no heed to the wildlife who move in and share our home, but only when the numbers are limited...one mouse isn't a problem...when he brings all his relatives something has to be done. So now the kitchen is adorned with mousetraps with various baits from chocolate to cheese to peanut butter...at least the mouses will die happy enough.