I went into the gardening section at the supermarket looking for a new cage trap. Boxes and containers of Souricide (mouse killer) screamed at me from the top shelf. Some even boasted killing rats, mice and voles. The only traps to be had were fatal ones, I’ve got a couple of those. I can’t bring myself to use them.
When we had a colony of voles in Dom’s bedroom Rob borrowed a rat cage trap from the towers. I went into the room one day to see a vole carefully climbing through the holes, having finished off the cheese.
I’ve put the bag of rubbish for Friday morning on top of a metal box, hopefully they won’t be able to get at it. When I went to the garage earlier I just managed to see a little creature jump down from the wall; the walls are bare breezeblocks so I imagine easy to climb up. I expect he/she was trying to figure our how to get across to the rubbish