Shrew, part II
Oh, did I say we don't have shrews in the house anymore? Silly me. Greatly surprised, the other day, to see a shrew (or at least a stumpy-ass looking furbazoid) skitter across the kitchen floor. Like, "Yawp!" surprised. The Tin Cat, alas, has been deployed. (Then again, there's that whole "tiny carnivore in reach of one's feet" issue again.)
On the gripping hand, I'd rather keep my feet elevated and have shrews about the place, than deal with the roaches the shrew "colony" seemed to be feasting on. (Shrews, no roaches. No shrews, roaches. Eurgh. Snack away, lads.)
On the gripping hand, I'd rather keep my feet elevated and have shrews about the place, than deal with the roaches the shrew "colony" seemed to be feasting on. (Shrews, no roaches. No shrews, roaches. Eurgh. Snack away, lads.)