‘Mr Mouse’s days of fine dining are over,’ said the builder boyfriend as he put the finishing touches to his rodent anti-climbing device in the larder.
This was a slice of cardboard, gaffer-taped sideways to the shelf to prevent the mouse who has been lodging with us from accessing it after climbing up the metal grille at the back of the fridge, which he has been using like a ladder.
His ingenious contraption the BB called ‘the ratinator’. The mouse is so fat from eating our supplies that he is as big as a rat. He has been climbing up the fridge ventilator on to an electric cable trunking which runs along the wall to beneath the food shelves.
She sniffed the air, slowly, savouring it. Somehow she knew that was for the last time
After running along the cable trunking it was just a short crawl or hop up one brick of the wall to the firm corner of the nearest food shelf.
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