The other night I had the strange feeling I was not alone in the house. The next morning my suspicions were confirmed. No, it wasn’t a ghost. Although a ghost would have been less trouble.
Undoubtedly, a mouse had partaken of a midnight snack. And of course, chose the more expensive red pear to munch upon! As you may recall, I have already experienced the antics of gourmet mice.
Thankfully, Henri’s faithful friend and kitchen guard, Porthos, sprang into action.
Porthos carried out an investigation and concluded the culprit had stopped by for a bite and then departed rather quickly.
Just to be sure, I set a trap in the basement. Which I hope would scare the miscreant mouse on its way, never to be heard from again!