We have mice in the kitchen.

A couple of days ago I saw a shadow scuttle across the kitchen floor as I walked into the room. With a house that is almost 110 years old you are going to get mice occasionally.

MiB, being a brave sort of chap, set out a mouse trap baited with peanut butter in the kitchen cupboard with the most mouse evidence…….about 8 million dried mouse poos.

Nothing.

The following afternoon I moved the trap to another cupboard. The as I boiled the kettle Wifeinblack opened the cupboard door and screamed like a screaming thing!

What is the deal with women and mice? She screamed and it was already dead. The mouse could not have been any less of a threat to her if it had taken holy orders as a Buddhist. Over the next 18 hours two more mice went to meet their rodent God care of the same trap.

She admitted to being scared of mice but this is a little bit of an over reaction.

So can anybody explain why a 30 gramme herbivore can cause women to freak out?