Eek! A mouse! Part 3
The next day I confronted Henri about the truffles.
“C’était censé être une surprise.” (They were to be a surprise.)
I glared at him with raised eyebrow.
“Have you tried them?” I asked.
Henri looked down at his boots and then gave me a sheepish smile.
“Je devais être sûr qu’ils étaient assez bons pour une reine”, he replied.
(I had to be sure they were good enough for a queen, Madame.)
At least he still remembered who was in charge here! I couldn’t argue with that logic and we put the truffles in a mouse-proof tin.
Now what to do about the mouse? For the record, living in the country I have had to morph into Spider-Annihilator, Gnat-Masher and Fly–Destroyer on several occasions. These invaders are sent on a one-way ocean cruise via the toilet without a moment’s hesitation. (Ladybugs and moths are caught and released in the garden.)
The main problem is that I think of mice as the adorable creatures from the Beatrix Potter tales.
I did not want to set a deadly mouse-trap. I merely wanted the mouse to leave the premises. I had read that cotton soaked in peppermint oil and cayenne pepper sprinkled on the floor were natural mouse repellents. So I strategically placed cotton balls around the kitchen, bathroom and other parts of the house. And I formulated the plan of storing the new basket of tomatoes in the oven at night; hoping this was a clever way to foil the mouse. This plan worked beautifully for a few nights.
The fourth morning I discovered a big mess in the oven; half-eaten tomatoes strewn about and mouse poop on the sink! The cute little mouse had turned into a voracious, pillaging, rampaging beast! A veritable velociraptor in mouse clothing!
Now I was truly annoyed. Henri saw my frustration and enlisted a friend to stand guard.
“Madame, Permettez-moi de presenter Porthos. Il agira comme sentinelle.”
(Allow me to present Porthos. He will act as sentry.)
“Ah, Porthos; as in the Les Trois Mouse-quetaires?”, I enquired.
Much eye-rolling from Henri and Porthos.
Needless to say, Porthos gave me a fright in the middle of the night when I went into the kitchen for drink of water. Which, of course, made Henri laugh and did nothing to scare the mouse.
A difficult decision needed to be made……………….