Do you think mice communicate with one another? I mean, clearly they squeak every now and again, but do you think it is more sophisticated than “oy, that’s my tail you’re treading on” ? Continue reading A night in the cooler
I went to visit the Ferreteria Lopez in Mojacar in my continuing quest to get the better of the Mizala mice. I met the very helpful staff member who sold us the generator on our second day in Spain. His English is very good, certainly very much better than my Spanish. He told us that they had everything there; “everything but shame”, he explained. I was confident, therefore that I would find what was needed in the vast store. Continue reading Lost in Translation
So… the mice:
This post is not recommended for the sentimental or squeamish. Though to be honest, since I have succeeded neither in harming nor seeing off a single rodent as far as I can tell, the warning is probably not needed. Continue reading Little perishers
Water. Wonderful stuff.
I must have wished a bit too hard for it to be sorted out though. Boy, the rain in Spain can come down in a hurry. Continue reading Be careful what you wish for:
The Mizala mice are utterly brazen. I suppose it’s hardly surprising: they have had the place to themselves (apart from the geckos) for a few years. Continue reading Of Mizala mice and mayhem