I was in bed Saturday night, Bill was in the bathroom, and I could hear Quince scuttering around the living room. Every so often I could see him race into the hall, do an about turn and race off again. Odd. Bill went to investigate, and declared “Quincey’s got himself a bug!”
This was quickly followed by “oh hell! that’s NOT a bug!”
Bill backs up.
From the bedroom I could then hear Bill quickly direct Quince to get away from and stop chasing whatever it was (my imagination running riot here) and chaos emanating from the front room.
I’m sat there wondering what crazy critter could be causing this mayhem. Any scary animals around that Bill has forgotten to tell me about?
Another girly scream from Bill as he jumps around the room and it’s no good, I had to see what was going on.
Turns out Bill and Quince are tracking a mouse along the skirting boards. Quince guarding one end of the sofa, Bill trying to direct it out of the front door by waving a broom around. Except the mouse is terrified and confused and keeps going everywhere but the open exit. It’s all quite exciting.
Finally the mouse made a break for it and ended up in the bathroom where Bill and I were able to get a good look at it. Dayum, it was one big mouse! Began to wonder if it wasn’t a rat. It was hefty for a mouse and had a long tail, though didn’t really look too rat-like either. Anyway, whatever it was, it was running around loose in our home and we weren’t too happy about that at all.
Eventually Bill was able to scare the beast into a cardboard box, capture it and dispose of the critter outside. Phew.
Pondering how it got into the house in the first place I think we decided that Quince had caught it in the yard and dragged it inside.