Picture This…

You’re outside and it’s freezing cold in the dark depths of Winter. Desperate to find some warmth and to fill your hungry stomach, you smell the lovely aroma of fresh bread in the air. Your nose leads you toward the source of that mouth-watering smell and you look up at a huge edifice, sure in the knowledge that inside on the other side of this wall, there is food to satisfy your belly, and warmth for you to rest in and curl up somewhere to sleep. You search left and right, looking for a door to get in through, you round the corner and find a huge rectangle of regularly spaced plastic beams with gaps between them. Alas! You can’t fit through the gaps. Onwards you tread, fearing you might not make it inside and will have to  struggle to stay alive out in this bitter cold. Onwards you plod and soon find another large rectangle of plastic beams, and hey! Hallelujah! One of the beams is broken, a section completely broken off and lost to time. Up you climb, pulling yourself into a dark but immediately warmer void. There is light in the distance piercing the dark, dark corridor. Now you smell many nice foods and making your way along to where the light is, you then tip-toe up for a careful peak of what is inside this mysterious but irresistible place of wonder!

But Really It Was…

What might be a series of events that begin a growing problem in your home that for many people is seriously distressing! A huge proportion of adults – male and female – have an innate dislike of mice (and rats), often bordering on phobia for many of them. And, despite being such a tiny animal that doesn’t present an immediate physical threat such as that from lions, snakes,crocodiles and the like, I have personally been in the company of middle-aged people who will freely admit that they belong to that interesting and quirky category of people who literally will stand on a