I got a knock on the door at about 11am this morning. A team of house clearers have arrived to start removing the furniture from downstairs, so I thought it might be one of them with a query, or something. But no, it was a guy from 'Rokill', sent by Mr Lyman in response to the recording I emailed him.
That's him, checking out possible entry points (turns out there's more than I realised).
I told him about the mouse in the Trip-Trap, and he seemed to see this as conclusive evidence that I've got a mouse infestation and that he'll find the external entry point, seal it off, and then all my problems will disappear..
I mentioned that the mouse should have been ALIVE, and that it smelt long dead, but he just looked at me like I was a right weirdo and said that sometimes the stress of being confined in a small space causes mice to have a heart attack and die. He assured me that there was nothing unusual about this and anyway, -how else could it have got there?
I decided that it might be best not to tell him about my theories regarding large, hairy, scheming creatures, since he was already giving me the 'have you taken your meds' eyebrow raise.
Hmph.
Friday, 19 March 2010
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