In my friend’s house, there lived a little mouse. (I house-sit for a friend who owns a beautiful little home called Bergen). The little critter could never be caught, so he continued to torment me by using the kitchen cupboard (under the sink) as his personal urinal – amongst other things! I had tried setting mouse traps for him, but it appears he had accomplices in the form of huge Sugar ants that would happily remove the cheese or other bait in little segments without setting off the trap. Sneaky little fellow!
One day, I decided to give the ‘mouse cupboard’ it’s routine clean. I was gaily sucking up all the unwanted rodent excrement when the vacuum cleaner started making that sound it makes when paper or something gets stuck in the pipe. As I peered into the cupboard I had a little chuckle seeing that little brat stuck in the end of my vacuum cleaner’s pipe. He was caught quite high up on the neck. An adrenaline rush surged through me (and no doubt the mouse too!) as I thought it might suck him up completely or perhaps cause his eyeballs to pop from his head! Oh boy! I couldn’t let him get away, so I left him attached to the vacuum cleaner as I ran to fetch an old jar. I popped the pipe (mouse still attached) into the jar, got the lid ready and then turned off the vacuum cleaner. I thought he might die of a heart attack if anything, but as critters go, he survived! So, should you be looking for this mouse, you will find him relocated on the old Knysna road, probably living it up in some poor sucker’s house! 🙂