Well here's an update...

It's been a good weekend for me, Yorkshires new champion mousekiller, but a bad one for our furry friends. Four crushed skulls and one broken leg versus one slightley bruised finger.

One went off last night whilst I was partaking of a cup of tea in the kitchen. The trap was on the window sill and fell behind the freezer. I recoverd the cadaver with the aid of a sweeping brush and picked up the trap. My Samoyed went nuts and ran under the table to escape.

I disposed of the body with my usual panache, i.e. I fed it to the rooks. I think our resident vultures are warming to my garden.

When I went back in my Samoyed was looking furtively behind the freezer to see if any others were lurking there, ready to go for her throat! She's a mardy bugger.

Onwards and upwards to mouse armageddon.