Loulou, that’s not a MOUSE–it’s a garlic gone to seed!!! And it’s not furry, duh.
So all of our room are now protected with little black boxes in which there is some magic potion that will supposedly lure little critters who will then take the potion and go away to mouse heaven (somewhere in the house, I’ll bet you) but also supposedly the little dead mice will turn into dust after a certain time and leave no trace.
All this sounds like black magic to me because I know that when something is dead, it is THERE for a while and does not evaporate into thin air and I know that if that smell starts up again, someone out there is going to say, “Loulou, see what we have to go through when you sit on your duff?”
The reality is that no one will ever say such a thing to lil’ ole me because they know my limits. And all of us have limits, RIGHT, mama and papa? You two have yours, too, remember, and I’m not going to throw you back just because you can’t catch mice EITHER. I don’t see papa out there stalking anything and I know for sure that mama is not going in that place with the smell to look under rocks or in holes for whatever it is that’s there. No way, Jose.
So let’s just call it a draw and hope that ashes to ashes and dust to dust is really applicable around here soon.
This clothes pin on my nose is smarting a little…
I know what you mean, Loulou–We had LOTS of dead mice at our house!
Too bad the mouse chose your home to drop dead in. We hope you all survive the experience.
All those black boxes all over our house ought to do SOMETHING.
Mama put some vinegar and lemons in the cave and it smells better….
I think.
Surely a comfortable bespoke clothes peg would be more befitting for you Loulou? Just don’t eat any of these mousies, even if they wander under your nose!
Luff
Mungo
Yeah, as usual, you have the best solution! I do NOT eat mice because mama says I can’t give her baths or kiss her if I do.