Hide & Seek: Man v Mouse

Last night was a rollercoaster. There I was, glued to the telly, watching the Snooker World Championship. The tension was thicker than a wedge of cheddar in a mouse trap. Meanwhile, Bella, bless her cotton socks, was out for the count after a six-mile walk. My wife, completely engrossed in some tablet game, was in her own little world.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. Movement. A tiny shadow darting across the floor. I looked closer, and lo and behold, a House Mouse! This little fella had somehow managed to get hold of my door key and was scurrying about like he owned the place. Talk about being startled! It was like something out of Tom and Jerry, but less cartoonish and more… real.

A frantic search ensued. I was on a mission, determined to catch this tiny intruder. My wife, still battling away on her tablet, offered words of encouragement, "You'll catch him, love! Don't let him get away with it!" Easier said than done, my dear. This mouse was a master of disguise, a regular Houdini in fur. After a good half-hour, the wee bugger won its game of hide and seek. He'd vanished without a trace, probably off to raid the biscuit tin.

Defeated, I turned to the only logical solution: Amazon. I've ordered some humane traps, which should be arriving later today. The mouse may have won the battle yesterday, but I'll win the war! I'll be setting those traps like a seasoned professional, ready to outsmart this tiny, whiskered menace.

The next thrilling instalment of "Man vs. Mouse" is available here.