The mouse has been eating his way through the medicine cabinet to the extent that I am really quite frightened of confronting him.
I opened the cupboard above the sink to find an entire blister pack of paracetamol, several sachets of Solpadeine and some 400mg ibuprofen nibbled away. Also scoffed were two packs of antihistamine, and a packet of high-potency iron tablets.
A plastic bottle of Vitamin D was somehow broken into. And my HRT was missing quite a few days. Holy smoke. What manner of mutant thing had he become?
That night Mousey came as usual and helped himself to Benadryl
Or perhaps it was a lady mouse who was going through a hard time and had been fobbed off with a Zoom appointment and cognitive behavioural therapy.
In any case, the mouse has stuffed him- or herself for months with pretty much everything in my kitchen cupboards, from larder supplies to dish cloths, and that was bad enough.
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