They Say What They Say

Hmm, it would seem that I have acquired a mouse. I think it's living under my fridge, although it makes the occasional foray into the lounge room, where it takes one look at me and scurries back to the fridge.

I think there's only one. I certainly hope so. And god knows how it got in here. It's not like my top-floor flat with only one door has a lot of gaps for it to squeeze through. Unless it scaled the wall and got in through the hole in the fly screen when I left the window open one day. Wouldn't put it past it. They're tricksy those mice.

I'm not quite sure what to do. I hate the idea of killing it, but I don't really want to have it loose in the flat on an indefinite basis. What if it has babies? I could be overrun!

Maybe I can get some sort of humane trap from the RSPCA, then I can take it down to the river and let it go. That way we'd both win.