Oh My God, I've Killed Maurice!

Success! Maurice is no more. He has gone to the great mousehole in the sky. He wasn't stuck in the trap though so I am not entirely sure on the cause of death, but I wasn't about to carry out a post mortem. The food had gone from the trap, and the trap had sprung, but Maurice was lying, very neatly, on the bottom shelf of the cupboard, with the piece of bread and peanut butter lying at his feet. So was it a blow to the head or shock? Who knows.

I will set the trap again tonight and may catch some of his friends and relatives. Let's hope there's not too many of them!