I’m sorry, people who believe in live traps and gentle pest removal and lovingly set m-m-m…mice, there I said it, mice – free in a sunny woodland glade.
I hate rodents – not counting squirrels, which obviously get a pass for being cute – and now my double-crossing blogger pal Jean from Renovation Therapy has made sure that everyone knows it.
She suspected they had an M-Word problem, and I offered her a little advice. Having spent a lifetime as a stark-raving, chair-standing, broom-waving girlie freak, I apparently had plenty to say. See my crazies nakedly exposed here.