We've had what we thought was a rat under our

summer house and you know if there's one they'll be more. Duly put down a trap and poison and topped the poison up every week as they seemed to think it was a Morrisons Home Delivery. Used up boxes and boxes of "one kill" poison but they seemed to love the stuff. This was all after Mrs Splat said she saw "the huge rat" running across the garden.

Anyway, yesterday I'm sitting quietly reading in the garden and as bold as you like this little brown mouse came walking across the grass towards me. At last we meet I thought...rat indeed Mrs. The bloody thing came and laid on the grass beside me and even looked up as if to say "morning nice day". While I would normally get a spade and do the business I thought good on you for being either brave or stupid for not being afraid. After about 10 minutes he/she (I didn't check) walked off without so much of a "bye then".

I haven't told Mrs Splat about the meeting.

Posted By: Old Splat, Sep 5, 08:58:43