About 4 AM this morning, whilst sitting on the toilet in the dark, I notice Merle in the bathtub. Moments later, I notice he’s not alone. Turning on the light revealed a mouse in the tub as well, apparently unharmed.
I turn the light off, figuring that by the time I get up two hours later, Merle will have done his duty and offed the mouse.
Comes 6 AM, and I go into the bathroom to find Merle (still) in one end of the tub, and the mouse still very much alive and apparently unscathed at the other end. Clearly, Merle and the mouse had come to an understanding.
I, on the other hand, having no desire to share my shower with a mouse, took a container, trapped the mouse, and deposited him in the front garden. The mouse had also left several souvenirs in the tub, so I had to clean the tub as well before showering.
Perhaps there is a course in mouse-catching that Merle can enroll in. Were he still around, the late great Puck could teach it; despite his rotundness, he killed three mice in the 18 months I spent in my last apartment.
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