it's not all about making money

I love my local hardware shop for may reasons. Because I can walk to it. Because they will sell me a single teensy item like a screw or hook from a mini drawer full of them rather than insist I purchase a plastic wrapped packet leaving many unused. But mainly I love the kind people there.

We still haven't deterred our nighttime mouse visitor and so went to look for another solution. Principled-me has strong feelings about what methods are not ok and we're running short on ok ones. And so I started to cry in the shop with sadness and frustration at how to move forwards. The lovely lady in the shop suggested we could always get a cat. What a top idea! This would be lovely (and yet impractical) on so many levels and I was delighted that she would suggest something that didn't involve her making any profit whatsoever.

We plumped for a humane trap whereby we catch it alive and then take it miles away (which still might mean separation from it's family which I'm distraught about). However, so far the mouse is presumably delighted that we are now giving it extra to eat, whilst it evades being caught...