I mentioned a few days ago that I had a mouse in my flat. Well, I was talking to a friend about this, and she said that her husband's father had had a minor infestation a few years ago. As he was a gentle sort of chap who didn't like the idea of conventional traps, he came up with what he believed was a compassionate solution to catching and getting rid of the meeces. This is a bit gross, folks, so stop reading here if you're squeamish, and just hope that this man never gets really angry at you... He purchased some humane traps. When the unfortunate mice got caught, he'd put them in the deep freeze for a few days, then flush them down the toilet!!! Nice, eh? And would you want to eat anything out of his freezer?? Azeem, shuddering slightly in North London (not just from the cold) NP: PJ Harvey - We Float, a magnificent closer to a superb album, Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea [well, there's another song, but it's semi-hidden and I'm not counting it ...]
