I'm not usually squeamish, nor am I scared of many things.
But when jo told me there was a mouse in our kitchen, I was pretty disgusted. But I was more disgusted when I woke up this morning to see a tail hanging out of a shoe box on the floor....
Jo set a trap to catch said mouse and it had succeeded.
There are some days I really really really dislike living in an art deco apartment in the inner west.