You wil not believe this. I am walking my friend through the blog today just showing him some previous posts, including the saga of…yes – the mouse! And what should run up the wall outside the dining room, right above my BBQ? Yes the grandpappy of all the dead mice. Yep, and I think (i’m not sure) but I think I saw him hesitate, turn, and look me in the eye with a kind of “I know who you are and I know what you’ve done to my family and I dare you to catch me” kinda look.
The gloves are off!
This means war!
Maybe I should call in the best domestic animal killer I know…has anyone got Matty Barts phone number????