Last night as I was putting my son to bed, he commented that there was something scary outside. I assured him there was absolutely nothing to be scared of and I opened the window to show him all was well.
So today taking my own advice I decided it was time to remove the rodent, which had been residing in the garage. The rustling I heard as I turned on the light one evening was not the wind or boxes settling, it sounded like a 4ft rat with razor sharp teeth. I really dislike rodents and sadly my online plea for help somewhat showed I am not the only one.
With my trousers tucked into my socks and my belt looped through my jeans and tied uncomfortably tight over my tucked in sweatshirt, I put on my #gardening gloves and set out to find what had been keeping me out of the garage for a while.
After moving some boxes and items around with the end of a broom I found what appeared to be a nest with: chicken bones, sweetcorn-inners and poo! No rodents were found on this occasion, which leads me to think they either saw or heard me coming and decided to hide behind something else; or I won and have claimed back land from the enemy.
Maybe it is too soon to go on a show similar to #‘I'm a Celebrity’ or walk in #Bear Grylls shoes, but I am very happy that I managed to get back into the garage and clean it up a little.