On returning home from my stag night One of my friends claimed he saw a small furry thing running across the floor. In the circumstances I was inclined to disbelieve him and put it down to the juice of the barley. But someone else corroborated it. So the following day (my stag night was the week before mny wedding!) I bought a trap, baited it and left it overnight.

Wallop. Mouse.   Sad thing was, it wasn't a house mouse, but a long-tailed field mouse aka woodmouse. Still, shows the trap works. Cheese, too.

Steve