We have a church mouse. Perhaps more than one.
I'd heard reports of it, but never seen it, until Sunday night. There it was, running boldly around the dais. It seems to enjoy prayer/worship meetings, as it happily appears during them. Perhaps it is a Christian mouse?
But he/she will have to go. Health and safety and all that. Our cleaner, amongst others, is terrified of the creature. I suggested laying mouse traps. "Much more humane to use a cat", suggested someone. Have you ever seen a cat 'playing' with a captured mouse? The vicarage cats in Lyon brought several love-offerings of partial mice while we were there. Not pleasant.
On Monday night, the Vestry took the decision to have the mouse removed. Rentokil has been called.
If only mice had internet access. Our mouse could then read what I'm about to type.....
Run away, little mouse, before it is too late!
GadgetVicar Girl No. 2 and Ms GadgetVicar are going to camp with the Woodcraft Folk this weekend. The women in my life are full-on recyclers, like hugging trees(!), fighting for justice, and love all living creatures (hence the menagerie that I share the rectory with) and these are just some of the reasons I love them.
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