Horrific scenes at our place recently with mutilated and decaying bodies left, right and centre.
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It's easy to forget the vicious virus messing with our lives when there's heightened concern about the bubonic plague; the number of rodents on the rampage round and about is immense.
While it's settled down a little bit lately mouse trap wise, in the car shed things are still pretty iffy...and whiffy.
Don't tell my 13-year-old daughter, but after a romp around the edge of Pink Lake in her Converse sneakers, those muddy shoes needed a good soak in the laundry trough.
Being a teen, she postponed the scrubbing brush job one day too many, which led to the discovery of a wee bonnie mouse which had tumbled down the sides of the stainless-steel trough.
This meant certain death as mousey had no grip to get out again. That tiny animal passed his final hours surrounded by the comfort of canvas.
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Those shoes are immaculate now.
Similarly, a 16-year-old young lady in residence was heard screeching and bouncing off the washing machine one rainy Saturday morning, after passionately plunging her foot into a gumboot for some puddle jumping.
Appalled, she was repelled backwards by the cadaver of a furry friend who had somehow become lost and trapped inside her footwear until death did they part.
Most shockingly disturbing though, was when the deconstructed carcass of what I assume to have been a mouse was poured out of my husband's boot to flop and ooze on the concrete near the back door last Sunday.
Quite surprised by its appearance, my husband mused aloud that he had been wondering what that lump was, but had been too busy to investigate.
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We were mortified to realise that early in the day the man of the house had donned his work boots to head out for a sunny Sunday of wood cutting.
His fully loaded steel capped boot had accompanied him and a friend during collection of a tandem trailer load of red gum logs plus hours of work with the saw bench cutting the load, and even during the cool drink to follow.
Grateful hardly comes close to describing how relieved I was that my man was changing into jogging shoes before his quarter marathon run.
