When I woke up this morning there was a mouse (or to be more precise, three quarters of a mouse) on the kitchen floor. I thought I heard an awful lot of bumping around downstairs as I was drifting off to sleep last night.
Things to be glad for given the situation:
- The little corpse was in plain sight, not tucked away somewhere it would start to get gross before I even became aware of it.
- It was a little corpse, and not a mortally injured but still mobile mouse (much harder and distressing to dispose of).
- At least one of the cats - I suspect Merlin - got some exercise.
Have to try to look on the bright side in these situations.