Once again we have a mouse infestation in our house. I say infestation but, by the sounds of it there are only a couple at the moment. So I had a trip to B&Q and bought two massive bags of gravel and two types of poison. Every year they come in the same way so I know what to look for. This year I've chucked a couple of poison sachets down the hole, poked it down as far as I could with a stick and then filled the excavations with gravel, also poking that down, in the hope they'll either die from poison or starve to death before they manage to dig their way out another way. I then went up in the loft and could hear the one above my room scratching so I threw a couple of sachets over into that corner and then threw a few more around randomly whilst telling the mouse that it had received this death sentence because it woke me up yesterday morning, if it had stayed under the kitchen it could have spent a happy warm winter in there but no, "you chose to make your way into the loft and for that you must die!". After I finished my monologue I heard Mr F say "who do you think you are? Mousey Liam Neeson?".
I'm seriously thinking about getting another snake instead of a dog.