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mortein do a fabulous mouse/rat killing substance. It pains me to know that. It means my poor old puss is too old to do the job. Oh. My. God. I can't believe I just said that.
Must be pest time of the year. I pulled out a nappy to put on G yesterday and a placed it under his lovely little bottom then a HUGE black cocky ran across him and onto the floor (i then stomped on the little darling and put him in the toilet - of course).El Yucko.
Oooh, no! You know winter is coming when the little beasties start creeping in.Our last mouse got fried under the heater; the others have kept to the safe confines of the compost bin since then.
Was there a phrase, something like 'timid as a mouse'? What happened to those type of mice. We had one who practically gave me the finger as he strolled along the bench top.
I remember Shez had a resident mouse plague in Clifton Hill. They would run across your hand if you were sitting on the lounge-room floor, and they lived in the oven! Yes! Any time she wanted to use the oven she had to clean all the mouse-shit out! Ewww, to say the least. We have moths in the pantry. I loathe them.
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