started to get the feeling that I was being watched. It was a creepy sensation but I could see no reason for it so I told myself not to be so stupid and went back to reading, but then I became aware of a faint rustling scratching noise coming from the other side of the room. I stood and quietly I stalked towards the noise, pinning my eyes on the gift basket that I won in a raffle last week. The gift basket wrapper
was moving - there was an INTRUDER in my gift basket! Yes, the mouse (or a cousin to the one that previously died in my kitchen) was back.
Now I haven’t had a lot of practice in relocating mice from the indoors to the outdoors. In times gone by my ploy was to wait until Larry the Cat caught the mouse and relocate them both at the same time but without Larry to help I was on my own, and time was running out - my chocolate stash was under threat! I quickly picked up the
gift basket and walked out the back door. By this time the mouse was well aware that it had blown it’s cover and was trying to flee but it was caught between the basket and the clear cellophane wrapping. Like a fly buzzing against a window it could see freedom but was running around and around unable to get there. I put the basket down (carefully lest I squashed the mouse), ripped open the cellophane and yelled, the mouse took off down the deck to the lawn edge, stopping to catch its breath the moment it thought it was out of
sight (it wasn’t but it was so cute sitting there panting that I didn’t have the heart to chase it further).
This is not the first assault my chocolate stashes have suffered in recent days, I have quickly learnt that if you are going to keep chocolate this time of year it needs to be sealed behind glass. Even when chocolate is well wrapped and in foil it seems to be irresistible to the little pests. It makes me wonder if a mouses fondness for cheese is an urban myth?
Tonight there will be mouse traps set at my place and they won’t be
baited with cheese – I think chocolate is going to be far more