Mouse Wars, Part 3

Paul, aka Trapper Mynott, has finally defeated the evil mouse empire in our loft and garage! Yipee! The ones in the loft were getting very noisy, sounding as though they were building a large man-trap for Paul, but things have gone very quiet recently. And the ones in the garage have gone AWOL, having failed to execute their pincer movement and cut off our retreat. So, while Bev and Paul swan off to sunny Mallorca in a few weeks time with Magnus and Little Ted, Bill and I will be on mouse patrol, making sure that the house, garage and loft remain free of mice.
Ok Bill, let's do some more paw-to-paw combat training in case those pesky mice try to sneak back into the house again!

Mouse Wars, Part 2

Help, the mice have got us in a pincer movement! Not only are the ones in the loft fighting back, but another battallion of them has invaded the garage, cutting off our retreat! While Paul is resorting to high-tech electronic mouse traps, deterrent devices and poison, we bears are training hard in case we have to do paw-to-paw combat with these pesky mice! This is war!

Mouse Wars!

Paul's war with the mice in the loft has reached a new level - they are fighting back and possibly even winning :-( Last night when he checked the traps in the loft, not only had they eaten the food without setting off the metal traps, but the wooden trap was missing!! How big are these mice and what are they going to do with the trap? Paul needs backup when he goes into the loft in case the mice kidnap him - which bear is going to volunteer to go with him and fight off those pesky mice?

There's a moose loose aboot this hoose!

There is definitely a moose loose aboot this hoose - we heard it scratching in the loft above the bed, then Paul found mouse poo in his bathroom! That was the final straw for Phoebe, who was scared it would run up her skirt, and for the rest of us bears too - we all hid under the covers and told Paul to catch it. Then there was a thud in the loft last night, and the mouse was caught in the trap while trying to eat Bev's peanut butter. Poor little mouse, it was as stiff as a board when Paul brought it out of the loft, but we don't want it running about and pooing in our house!
Paws crossed there are no more mice in the house, or we'll be looking for better lodgings!