We’ve never had mice in the house to my knowledge (except on occasion when Dcat brought them in and quickly despatched them) but our Dcat died just a few weeks ago 😢 and this week DH thought he heard scrabbling in the cupboard in our bedroom at night. He emptied the cupboard last night, cleaned and hoovered it all, and sure enough, there were what looked like a few mouse droppings in the corner, so I’ve ordered traps and peppermint oil which should hopefully arrive soon, and he’s blocked off what he thinks might be the access point from the roof space. I was lying in bed this morning, probably half listening for telltale noises, and I’m convinced I heard something under the bed - where the Christmas the presents are 😱 that I was planning on wrapping this morning 😱😱😱. I hope I’m just being paranoid but I can feel my blood pressure increasing in readiness for a jump scare. As long as all it’s helped itself to are the chocolate oranges it’s not a major disaster but if it’s nibbled (or peed) on anything else I won’t be able to get replacements in time.
On the plus side, DH is now on board with getting another cat soon after Christmas.