A friend of mine has got a mouse, he thinks the cat brought it in and let it loose. He's twatted about sorting it, buying traps and not setting them up, then setting them up but them not going off, so resorted to poison. I don't agree with this, I think it's cruel but I also pointed out that the mouse then wanders off and dies somewhere else in the house!
Naturally, he ignored me and now his office has the most horrific smell. He has a huge house (lives alone) that is kept relatively tidy, and he has a cleaner, but his office is his man cave and looks like a teenagers bedroom. Stuff everywhere, all over the floor, he thinks it's a charming kind of organised chaos but now it's come to bite him in the arse as that mouse could be anywhere.
He wants me to help look for it. I can't bear the smell (especially in this heat!) And really don't want to! I can't think of anything I'd rather do less today!
Wwyd?
not envy!