Frogs I can handle
Sunday morning I thought our cat was trying to get at a frog in one of our growbags. He was going mental at it, ripping plants out and trying to tear at the plastic and when I shooed him out of the way and touched the growbag it moved beneath my fingers of its own accord. Now I know there's a frog in our garden so I moved the cat out of the way and tried to gently extract the amphibian before he got his claws into it.

It wasn't a frog.

It was either a large grey mouse or a smallish grey rat that leapt out of the hole in the growbag, right in front of my face, and scarpered behind the greenhouse with the cat in hot pursuit.

*gibbers*
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Tue 17 May 2011, 10:52, 1 reply)

A few weeks ago,
a mouse ran across my foot in the bathroom. My boyfriend and I managed to corner it behind the bin, and I went off in search of something to trap it in, to throw it outside. Came back with a baking tray and a saucepan- unfortunately, he slipped when trying to slide the tray under the upsidedown saucepan and twatted the mouse across the floor and against the bath.

It didn't even try and run away when we put it outside, and later someone had run over it with a bike :(
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Tue 17 May 2011, 15:43, closed)