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Donkin's World: Assault on Precinct 13 - With Mice

...The garage clean up produced a few shocks. Our garage had become mouse city. There were live mice, dead mice and skeletal mice in places. Some of the old papers I had stored there had been chewed up as nesting material. There was also a trail of dog food from the plastic bin where we store our dog's kibbles...

Richard Donkin and his wife Jill are at war with unwelcomed visitors.

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Think of an animal version of Assault on Precinct 13. The fish food thefts are not an isolated problem. Round the front, in the garage, its mice.

The garage is a mess, or at least it was a mess. It became a mess when we began storing furniture there that was simply too good to throw out. We stored the furniture, thinking it would come in useful for our children as they fled the nest. But John, our eldest, remains in the nest, and Robert our middle son has found a new nest so small, there's barely room for anything extra. Besides, all the boys have made it plain they don't want our old furniture or toasters.

Now we needed the garage space. Since Gill's dad gave us his Jeep we have had nowhere to store an extra car. The garage seemed an obvious choice.

With great sadness, therefore, we took the oak, drop-leaf table made by Gill's grandfather to the tip, along with a settee, a chair, a TV cabinet and mountains of other rubbish, much of which wasn't rubbish at all and could have sold at a car boot sale if either of us could have faced a car boot sale.

The garage clean up produced a few shocks. Our garage had become mouse city. There were live mice, dead mice and skeletal mice in places. Some of the old papers I had stored there had been chewed up as nesting material. There was also a trail of dog food from the plastic bin where we store our dog's kibbles.

Mice love kibbles. We discovered this when we found two at the bottom of the bin when we left the lid off. They had hurled themselves there food first and couldn't get out. I let them loose well away from the house but they must have come back. Undeterred by the lid, they had gnawed a small hole at the foot of the bin from the outside. We found a mouse in an old shoe and another in a toy box.

Now we're fighting back. Gill has just gone off to the DIY shop for a re-enforced kibble bin and a mousetrap. The animals around here have been having things their own way for far too long. Enough is enough.

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