Julius the deermouse decided to ignore his wife’s advice and hitched a ride in Whistler. He chewed on a paper bag and took a few bites out of an onion and as a result left evidence of his presence. Next night, he again forgot himself and made noise while gnawing on a sweet potato - really not smart. Next day saw the installation of Brutus, the mouse trap. Sadly, the Ides of March came to Julius in August in Prince George of all places.
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Loving the photos. Thanks for not sharing one of Julius!!
ReplyDeleteI spent Christmas Eve and New Years Even in Chetwynd once upon a time. Great memories. Puff is keeping us mouse free around here.
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