Being met with three mice in the garage last Sunday morning was not on my plan. They were exactly like cartoon mice! One carried on crunching packaging material, content and oblivious to my scowl. One stood still, bowed its head and refused to make eye contact (magical invisibility) and one skulked off slowly but surely. I swear he was doing that ‘long legged tiptoe’ thing!
I phoned the mouse man. He was like a little caped hero and arrived within 2 hours of my call! He had Irish eyes and was interested and knowledgeable. We talked about mouse droppings and nests. I’m not particularly squeamish but he was very reassuring to have around. Away he went, and we have our second date in two weeks.
My thoughts today are this - if you have a specific problem, get specific help. It makes a world of difference.