My friend took me for a night out last night and when we eventually stumbled home at 5.30am ish
I was met by Little Miss playing with a mouse. Queue me crawling about in a drunken state catching said mouse who was still completely intact. Caught and released under the shed
Job well done I thought..............
5 minutes ago she brought in another one
So once again much scrabbling about trying to save the poor little thing, while getting grumbled at profusely by Little Miss for taking away her toy. It was a quick process, save for the little jumping out the box on the first go, into my chest and onto the floor
Mouse has once gain been released under the shed.
I can see what I'm going to be spending my summer doing..............