The sonic mouse repeller that our friend Liz bought for the tack room is working a treat. The tackroom dustbin is about two feet from the mouse repeller and on Wednesday it looked like this:
I'm pretty sure that little character is a wood mouse.
In this case the binbag had slipped down and the mouse was trapped. Often they just decide to go and play in there when it's full and suddenly jump out at you when you go to change the bag...