Friends, collies, country mice,
The story so far… Micky has worked out how to get the peanut butter and avoid being caught (see last post).Sonic waves, in a sort of rodent ghetto blaster, haven’t worked either. I think Micky beds downs inside MY passenger seat during the day, with his paws (and foam) over his ears to keep the noise at bay. I reckon he slips out at night for a bite to eat and then, dives back into his nest v. v. v quickly, letting Torpor subsume him, until he gets hungry again.
On the way in and out Micky leaves little messages, denoting squatters rights, all over our seats. The peppermint oil, at a cost of £2.95, was a complete waste of time, as he left the biggest message ever, like sticking up two paws at our attempts to ask him to move on nicely.
In the meantime B – fearful of a moose, loose aboot the hoose (my van) – hasn’t done the driving out that my van needs, to keep it going over the winter. Now it won’t start again and we are back to where we were this time last year.
My headspace is all sad and messed up; I need the comfort of my soft furnishings.
Love Ben xx