I'll get over it soon...

Courtesy of a thoughtful uncle back home.

And in other news, Mickey is back in our flat. Actually, we think it's probably his cousin, since we left Mickey in the trash dumpster and found his brother in the trap one morning, so leaves a few other family member to get rid of.

My flatmate and I jammed a few goldilocks pads (for non-Kiwis: 'steelo pads' or 'metal scrubbing pads' or 'bunch of metal stuff') in the gaps in the corners of our bedroom walls (down by where the heating pipes run along a perimeter wall) and Jerry (they alternate between Jerry and Mickey) suddenly discovered them at about 12am last night. He had a good scratch until about 2am, when I finally got to sleep.

He kept my flatmate awake too, who today suggested we spray a can of flyspray through the last few gaps and gas him. I'm not too enthused about the idea of a decomposing mouse in our wall, but maybe I should have thought of that before I stuffed the goldilocks in there...