We're a bit short of space in our humble abode in the Ribble Valley, so we store some stuff outside in the shed. Unfortunately the enterprising local mice population has found a way into the food section and is now regularly depositing poo and wee all over the place. Obviously I can't take the risk of contamination so the old mouse trap has been brought into action, it's doing it's job but I'm not happy about it. I quite like mice, I find them cute little creatures, if they want to roam around under the floorboards or in my garden outside, fine by me, I can happily co-exist alongside them, but I've had to declare war on them and the results are horrendous. It's carnage, every morning another one, sad glassy eyes staring up at me, peanut butter in a corner of it's tiny mouth, the life crushed out of it. The death toll is now approaching double figures and still they keep on coming. I wish they would stay away, their nightly forays into my shed are not ending well, for either of us.