Of Mice and Men

by Michele deBes

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, the creatures were stirring, especially the mouse.

I stood outside under a gum tree. There wasn’t room inside our little 50’s caravan for another mouse hunter. Andrew and Ray were in hot pursuit and the van teetered on its piers. We’d found a dead marsupial mouse in the sink, drowned in the washing up water and as much as we appreciated the mice clearing the van of huntsman spiders, they had to go.

Last Christmas eve we spent a merry night freeing a lizard from an evil sticky cockroach trap.