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The Body Count Mounts

11 September 2005 by Tim

Crunch, squeak, crunch, squeak, crunch, gulp, gulp. Mouse No 7 is no more, all gone. I think we may be nearing the end of them. Claude always comes in looking hopeful now, I think he is convinced that we have arranged a kind of Easter Egg hunt for him.

Edited 12th September, 7.20am. No 8 was in the trap this morning.

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  1. Joanna says

    12 September 2005 at 11:31

    When I had mice in my little cottage near Cheltenham, I caught 27….. you may have a while to go yet.

  2. Tim says

    12 September 2005 at 12:18

    🙁

  3. Em says

    12 September 2005 at 15:36

    My cats seem to be bringing in rats at the moment. Nice. Especially at 3am when they are bleeding all over your white duvet cover.

  4. Heather says

    12 September 2005 at 17:44

    Yup, we gave up at 16 (humane trap) in Herefordshire because we were moving.

  5. Tim says

    12 September 2005 at 17:53

    I think we may have got lucky and forestalled them before they had got a real colony going. It looks like there were a pair of adults, one of whom reimmigrated after its deportation and a litter of mouselets (what is the correct word for baby mice?). We got the parents first and since then we have only caught babies. Fingers crossed.

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