Skip the picture if you have a delicate stomach.
Late evening I saw a blur out of the corner of my eye.
Rats, I thought, the flipping Siebenschaelfer have managed to get out of the walls (ceiling, cupboard, whatever) and are now loose in the house. Since we no longer have a dog, we were spared running and chasing accompanied by loud barking.
Notified the animal control officer. Humm, he thought it might be a mouse and went off to find traps. Coming back with two, he set them up near the closet.
No, we are out.
All is quiet. Suddenly I hear a crash and a scrabble. Getting up I go look but don’t see anything. Might be because it is the middle of the night and I have no clue as to where I left my glasses this time.
The other half of the team says – see the tail? Leave it and I will take care of it in the morning.
Ok, I can get on board with this suggestion.
(note, next morning Ms Maus mentions having seen one of the four footed kind downstairs in the last week. Oh thrill. I hope we are done.