Mouse In My House
Seriously. Just seconds ago it ran across the laminate in front of me, scurried behind a bookcase, scampered out the other side and took refuge under one of my studio tables.
This is the first time I’ve seen a rodent IN my studio (a rat warren fit for filming a live action Secret of Nimh is situated not 25 feet from my front door).
A cursory exploration of the neglected underside of my studio table and adjacent loveseat revealed nothing.
(Elvis is oblivious. Some terrier he turned out to be.)
Action, of course, will have to be taken – although I don’t think I can stomach using a snap or sticky trap.
Ahh, vermin. Can’t live with ’em, can’t live without ’em.