Since I’ve been back I’d noticed that the little ginger dog that used to hang out over the street and which Quincy would get rather aggravated with if he dared to meander into our front yard had mysteriously vanished. No sign of him. We’d pretty much come to the unpleasant conclusion that the neighbourhood had been trawled for strays and the poor thing had got nabbed. But, no! Hoorah! He arrived back yesterday in a car with some kids who were making a fuss of him. All is well.
We bought mousetraps and set them up the other day. Put one in the kitchen cupboard and the other in the attic. Both were smeared with peanut butter which apparently mice are rather fond of. We were then most upset to check them and find that the devious thing had managed to eat all the peanut butter and walk away without triggering the trap. Bill even filed down the trigger spring so that it snaps with even the slightest disturbance. Same thing. Blighter nicked the food and scuttled off with a tasty treat in his tum. We were getting a little worried about this until Bill went up to check the attic trap last night and came face to face with the culprit. It’s not a mouse at all, it’s a frigging great big giant palmetto bug (cockroach!) that made Bill’s eyes open wide and him gasp as it took off through the attic. Yowsers.