That’s really a very funny coincidence. I checked in just now due to acute boredom at work. And would you believe it? Our house mouse turned up just on Friday. I got a single-line e-mail message from Anna, the text of which was that we have a mouse; and the sub-text of which was that I was in trouble.
There have been a couple of sightings — he’s a daring little bugger, coming out in daylight, and Anna even admires him grudgingly. She’s named him Marcus. I was sitting at my workstation yesterday when I realised he was dead at my line of sight — on top of a framed picture of Anna’s family, on top of Anna’s dresser.
I fed him some chocolate. I texted Anna: ‘Marcus is a cutie pie!’.
Anna was not thrilled by either of these actions on my part.
I too picked up a ‘live capture’ mouse trap at Home Base. It recommended peanut butter as bait, which we didn’t have, so Anna tried jelly. (Seemed intuitive enough.) However, when we got up this morning, either Marcus outsmarted us (I’d briefly imagined him removing the whole back cap where the food goes) — or he doesn’t like jelly.
I already know he likes chocolate; but I’ll certainly bear Muesli in mind if he continues to elude us.
I intend to release him in the churchyard round the corner. While I’m not sure he has just the right temperment for it, perhaps he will liven things up there — as a churchmouse.
Now, off to forward this to Anna, ostensibly to show her it’s not just us, but I already know she’ll merely take it as me defending A) the non-lethal trap and B) the existence of Marcus in general …
Michael Stephen Fuchs