I heard a scrabbling noise behind my desk.
I sat very still and waited.
A mouse popped its head round the side of the desk, looked at me and popped back.
My farmer was in the office, I phoned him and told him about the mouse. He laughed.
I retrieved a mousetrap from the laundry, baited it with peanut butter, set it down beside the desk and found something important to do in the office.
When I returned to the house 15 mintues later I checked the trap and found it had done what it’s designed to do.
The wee sleekit, cowran, tim’rous beastie was an ex-mouse.