The wood mouse arrived in September. At first its quiet attic tap dancing had seemed soothing, endearing even.
By winter a full blown dance troupe had moved in, and the thunder of tiny feet filled her nightmares.
She couldn’t kill them so she bought a humane mousetrap, a box emptied each day into the garden. But the dancing continued.
… a silky male with half a tail and a sarcastic smile.
One morning she recognised a captor – a silky male with half a tail and a sarcastic smile.
The penny dropped.
Five mornings later she had all five and drove them to a wood three miles away.
Try tap dancing your way back from here, she thought.