Actually, that's not true. I'm perfectly happy with mice, depending on the situation. In a field? Fine. I'd fully expect to see a mouse in a field, or peeping around a tree in a forest. Basically, in a natural environment, I expect to see small furry things. I am down with that.
And, I'm also okay with mice as pets. You have a cute pet mouse in a cage or some such thing? No problem at all, sonny Jim! I bet that they're quite cute things to stroke and pet and stuff,
What I'm not okay with is the wild variety of mice, inside my house.
Mice are a common issue where we live, we're close enough to a railway line and a good chunk of grass (this would be a "footgolf" course aka a mashup of football and golf, quite good fun actually) for mice to thrive, and periodically they venture into the houses nearby, for food, shelter, and to terrify humans.
And I really don't like them. It's ridiculous - there is pretty much nothing that a mouse can do to me. I certainly don't want them in the house (spreading bugs and stuff), but all it takes is for me to hear one of them scratching around, or - even worse - see one dash across from one side of the room to the other, for me to jump around shouting at them, as though the sheer power of shouting will make every mouse in a five mile radius say "Hey, you know what? That field was a far better place to live than the dry, warm building full of food. Let's go!"
In other news, I've won a cake (more details likely to follow in a future blog), and I've made a video giving 5 tips for guys (entirely applicable to females also) ahead of Christmas. It's getting close now and if you haven't done the things in the video yet then I'd recommend cracking on.
