Wierder than pants made of fluff....
and ultimately more ushelesh...

JAM TROUSHERSH ;o)

We had an invasion of field mice a few years ago. Being devoid of logic, I put the nightly scritchiness down to the paranormal. On finding mouse droppings in a kitchen cupboard, I assumed a packet of wild rice had been spilled.

Eventually, acceptance dawned and a humane mouse trap was purchased, duly baited with chocolate spread. I kept my furry captives in an old fish tank of DG's overnight, then released them in the countryside the following day.

One morning, we awoke to an empty tank. Where had the squeaky little fucker gone? Then we spotted the place in the tank where Squeaky Houdini had chewed his way to freedom....

There were three small air-holes near the top of the tank
O O
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Captain Squeakycunt had chewed through the plastic right in the middle of the holes, leaving a Mickey Mouse shaped gap through which to escape. "Hat off to him for style and ingenuity", I thought.

Then stomped off to the garden centre to purchase a Nasty Killy Trap. No more Ms Nice Lady.
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