Went into Ian’s Cave this morning to check traps. No kills, but there seemed to be a large quantity of miniature mouse shit in the kitchen sink.
“How did you get there?” I asked the air, and then looked more carefully…
Poor terrified little thing – and of course it had reason to be. I already got three of its siblings and now it was this one’s turn.
I should look up what the average litter size is, see how many more I can anticipate. Trapped in the Cave, the adults became susceptible to the traps they had previously ignored: Now the babies are falling for them. Sooner or later I’ll run out.