Eek

[Supernick]

There's a mouse in the flat, and it's given me the shock of my life. I've just been unloading the dishwasher, and he shot out from behind the bin, and struggled through the vent at the bottom of the freezer, the little fatty. He's been gobbling up whatever toppings were left in the pizza box I had listed for recycling, but he's got to go. How am I going to get rid of him, or at least discourage him from coming back into the flat? I've kind of got a grudging respect for the little fella - he's 22 floors up for goodness sake.

[Champagne]

Awwww... how cute! I had one in my last flat. He was a tiny little thing and I was amazed he wanted to be up that high! I couldn't help myself though. I fed him carrot cake! hahahaha! He never nested there though and I only saw him twice more after that. Maybe my carrot cake wasn't good enough. *harrumph*

[Supernick]

He wasn't that tiny - maybe like a small hamster. I may be doing him a massive disservice, and in fact he's a rock hard rat.

[zimzam]

Mouse or field mouse? Sweet as they can be they are certainly not something you want in the home let alone the kitchen. I'm afraid for your health its the old mouse trap that you need. It worked for me but I admit after burying the corpse I cried and felt like a murderess for days. Poor little fella was only cold and hungry and I murdered him! (see....after years I still have not got over my evil ways)

[Supernick]

I'm not so sure that he was sweet. It's more Vermin in the Kitchen rather than Wind in the Willows. I'm thinking that something humane is the best option though. I'm not in the business of killing things that turn up at my house, hungry during the Christmas period.

[China Doll]

Wuss! ;0P

Pepper/chilli powder in nooks and crannies might stop the little fella from comming back again. If he's gone down a nook and cranny.

That insulating foam I'm also reliably informed is useful.

Otherwise it's a mouse trap (they're not actually that fond of cheese apparently), borrowing a cat or I can lend you mums jack russell.

Other than that, just make sure you fold the blanket over your feet at night and look out for prickling, hair raising situations m'dear.

[Supernick]

Borrowing a cat China? This is turning into the "old lady who swallowed a fly". What am I going to do when the cat disappears into the skirting board? Send in the Jack Russell? And then a python to hunt down the Jack Russell?

At the moment I'm contenting myself to sit down, and drink a cup of tea whilst watching his bolt hole. I'm going to psyche him out.

[China Doll]

Lol! Nice.... Actually my mate has a snake so y'know... if you're really stuck... mum wouldn't be all that impressed though.

Have you perfected your cold, steely eyed stare akin to that of the western movies with the pistols at dawn?

[Champagne]

Buy a sexy female mouse and then you can watch true love blossom over Christmas. It could be your good deed for the day.

[Supernick]

I can't help thinking that this is going to turn into an infestation very fast if I set up a mouse dating service from the corner of my kitchen.

My glare is called 'Blue Steel' and frightens grown men. This mouse doesn't know who he's dealing with.

[China Doll]

LFAO! Supernicks Lonely Mice Club... I like it.... You could be come the dating guro of the mouse world... advising them on the perils of poisoned food and such. You could even bring the little deaf mice on the tubes together with the field mice... a kind of urban/country romance type thing... it's so sweet.

How do you know that the mouse is not the Wyatt Erpp of the Mouse world and is not currently eyeing you from his cranny while telling his mates that the big fella out there has no idea what he's dealing with eh?

(I'm talking about a mouse dating service and a western type stake out also involving mice... I think I am officially hysterical.)

[Champagne]

Throw a mouse party. It's a bit like a house party but with rodents for guests. Party nibbles will be easy, you just need cubes of cheese on sticks.

[China Doll]

No pineapple? That's a bit stingy....

[MrBen5]

Hmmm, it might be a rat. I heard a lot of those genetically enhanced ones got loose the other night. A lot of them were found in peoples homes close to where they escaped. Be careful if it is one of them as they have been known to chew on toes...

[Supernick]

They won't be chewing on my toes, they'd rather be rooting around in garbage. Tust me.

I think tht if this mouse is eyeing me up somewhere it won't be with a steely glare, more of a smirk at the girly squeek I let out when I saw him.

I'm NOT having a party for all rodent life in the South London area. The contract of tenancy clearly states no pets, and the landlord is a big enough **** that he would probably try and claim that this 1 mouse breached my contract.

[MrBen5]

Ohhh, supernick, that was gonna be my next suggestion. Have it as a pet to keep you company through xmas. In fact if your landlord is as bad as you say then maybe it came in through his peep hole...

[China Doll]

Oh dear.... Got a Rigsby for a landlord?

Look... I just think if the mouse is there for christmas you may as well invite him for a little party... he's hardly going to eat or dink much. And it would be a party without a bit of totty now would it?? You really are being a scrooge about the whole thing Nick.

Though I have to say, I wondered what he was grinning at... apparently he says you sounded like that little girl out of Jurassic Park when you squealed... his words, not mine. I think he's trying to scare you.

[Champagne]

Did you scream like Ned Flanders? :oD

[Supernick]

She knew the T-Rex was coming China - it wasn't as scary as me seeing the mouse for the first time. It's like being in a horror film all the time. You know you're going to jump at some point, and it might not be today, tomorrow or next week. But at some stage, I'll be watching TV and something is going to brush against my foot, and that will be the biggest jump of my life.

[China Doll]

I did have an incident when I was woken in the middle of the night when my cat decided to leave a present under the duvet... a mouse running over your chest at 2am is never good... it is not aided by the smug, knowing look from the cat.

I was serious about the chilli... they don't like it on their whiscars (sp) apparently.

If you get really stuck though I will offer my nerves of steel when it comes to mice (dad has phobia, was always my remit) as long as you promise to go on bug duty.

[whiskeysheri]

They adore peanut butter, if you go for the trap idea, Supernick. :o)